Que Sera

By Jae Flow

On Fuck ICE

Released on August 24, 2018

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Uh, yo

It's Jae

Uh uh

Dun dun dun-dun

Ahaaaa

Si si

[Verse 01] Jae Flow:

Woke up around noon, my mama making sancocho

Bien loco, Spanky never sent over my photos

Hit him up but he too busy with his Afro

Only fuck with bad hoes who look like Frida Kahlo

She call me an asshole, I’m all up in that ass tho

Paint me like ya French bitches, at a Art Basel

We hop in the whip, too lit, really shouldn't drive

Had to cop that salchipapa, with a soda on the side

I need Colombiana, Postobon de Manzana

Went uptown with my pana, copped some coke in the sala

Met up with Xiomara. Had her smuggle in the product

Had to pay her back, had her shopping up in Prada

Please do not test, Walter Mercado blessed me

Don't come at me right, had to shoot you with my lefty

The king of the block, king of the avenue

Even if i had a stutter, i would still sh-sh-shit on you

[Chorus] Willie Colon:

Oh, qué será, qué será

Que anda suspirando por las alcobas

Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova

Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas

Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas

Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos

Que están hablando alto en la bodega

Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?

Es la naturaleza

[Verse 02] Jae Flow:

I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Got some pollo pucalor with Maduros on the side

I’m a hell of a rapper, shoutouts to Jesus Christ

30 pieces of that silver just to run up on my life

Light a candle for me baby cause I'm tryna make it out

That why I travel to the south, to put some cash in the account

Alex got stabbed, Marcos got deported

My aunts planning a funeral, they really can't afford it

I talk my shit when i rap like this

Who else love they babymama? Say I LOVE MY BITCH

Emotional rhymes like i was a sadboy

30 bitches on my dick cause i look like Duyan Joy

Pull the cannon out , pump em like I'm Blastoise

U coming round talking big noise

So i had to shut you down, can't be coming to my town

Tried to knock my head off but they never get my crown

[Chorus] Willie Colon:

Oh, qué será, qué será

Que anda suspirando por las alcobas

Que se oye susurrando en versos de trova

Que anda combinándonos preguntas locas

Que anda en las cabezas, anda en las bocas

Que anda ascendiendo por hartos huecos

Que están hablando alto en la bodega

Y grita en el mercado, qué cosa es esa?

Es la naturaleza