Better Life
for the better life
Them homies be mobbin' for the
Better Life
Back
Kidd is back
2015
Just wait humble, stacks commin'
95 flames is the shit we runnin'
Bitch I came from Spain
Back in that land motherf*ckers don't play
Ain't no time for these lames
They say that Kidd is a problem
You gon' end up like I've been jumped
I gotta have that shit on my veins so
Give me the lean
Give me the weed
Money for my fam is all I need
Back on Spain
Shots on the field
Shoot, run away, before I get killed
That's why I'm solo in this new hood
Shout out to all my true bloods
We are on soo woo
That keep heading this in my true troops
F*ck it, imma a give it one hunned
Homies sold dope for the money
I still dreaming with a black Maseratti
Straight on clothes I'm a fashion designer
95 flames that's fashion designer
Got my own brand, these bitches go like: damn
Yeah, I know she gon' like that, f*ck a bad bitch with a nice tat
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
Homies call me Pablo, Esco Esco Esco
And your hoe call me chulo guapo, looking for the pesos
Like el Chapo, en el bando, press the trigger, hasta luego
Dirty money but i keep it clean
All my stuff sound nuevo
I got the leave turned around on an on
Cali from CAN that's whatsup
Always keeping it real till I die
Fat ass bitch, she oh my god
She oh my god, she on my lap
All odds on me, pockets gettin' fat
She said she Brooklyn, she Nasty Nas
She nasty butt, she call me fast
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'mma OG got the plug on Atlanta
Straight Colombian
A lot with the toy guns, young chico loco
Shout out Shima
Young designer, young Ali
My clothes more fresh than Karim's
With a hot chick, and a love be
On Spain on the field like Tali
Bad bitches see me and call me papi
Mamita see me getting money
She pop that pussy like honney
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
Kidd Keo - The Better Life Lyrics
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Better Life
for the better life
Them homies be mobbin' for the
Better Life
Back
Kidd is back
2015
Just wait humble, stacks commin'
95 flames is the shit we runnin'
Bitch I came from Spain
Back in that land motherf*ckers don't play
Ain't no time for these lames
They say that Kidd is a problem
You gon' end up like I've been jumped
I gotta have that shit on my veins so
Give me the lean
Give me the weed
Money for my fam is all I need
Back on Spain
Shots on the field
Shoot, run away, before I get killed
That's why I'm solo in this new hood
Shout out to all my true bloods
We are on soo woo
That keep heading this in my true troops
F*ck it, imma a give it one hunned
Homies sold dope for the money
I still dreaming with a black Maseratti
Straight on clothes I'm a fashion designer
95 flames that's fashion designer
Got my own brand, these bitches go like: damn
Yeah, I know she gon' like that, f*ck a bad bitch with a nice tat
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
Homies call me Pablo, Esco Esco Esco
And your hoe call me chulo guapo, looking for the pesos
Like el Chapo, en el bando, press the trigger, hasta luego
Dirty money but i keep it clean
All my stuff sound nuevo
I got the leave turned around on an on
Cali from CAN that's whatsup
Always keeping it real till I die
Fat ass bitch, she oh my god
She oh my god, she on my lap
All odds on me, pockets gettin' fat
She said she Brooklyn, she Nasty Nas
She nasty butt, she call me fast
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'mma OG got the plug on Atlanta
Straight Colombian
A lot with the toy guns, young chico loco
Shout out Shima
Young designer, young Ali
My clothes more fresh than Karim's
With a hot chick, and a love be
On Spain on the field like Tali
Bad bitches see me and call me papi
Mamita see me getting money
She pop that pussy like honney
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
for the better life
Them homies be mobbin' for the
Better Life
Back
Kidd is back
2015
Just wait humble, stacks commin'
95 flames is the shit we runnin'
Bitch I came from Spain
Back in that land motherf*ckers don't play
Ain't no time for these lames
They say that Kidd is a problem
You gon' end up like I've been jumped
I gotta have that shit on my veins so
Give me the lean
Give me the weed
Money for my fam is all I need
Back on Spain
Shots on the field
Shoot, run away, before I get killed
That's why I'm solo in this new hood
Shout out to all my true bloods
We are on soo woo
That keep heading this in my true troops
F*ck it, imma a give it one hunned
Homies sold dope for the money
I still dreaming with a black Maseratti
Straight on clothes I'm a fashion designer
95 flames that's fashion designer
Got my own brand, these bitches go like: damn
Yeah, I know she gon' like that, f*ck a bad bitch with a nice tat
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
Homies call me Pablo, Esco Esco Esco
And your hoe call me chulo guapo, looking for the pesos
Like el Chapo, en el bando, press the trigger, hasta luego
Dirty money but i keep it clean
All my stuff sound nuevo
I got the leave turned around on an on
Cali from CAN that's whatsup
Always keeping it real till I die
Fat ass bitch, she oh my god
She oh my god, she on my lap
All odds on me, pockets gettin' fat
She said she Brooklyn, she Nasty Nas
She nasty butt, she call me fast
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I'mma OG got the plug on Atlanta
Straight Colombian
A lot with the toy guns, young chico loco
Shout out Shima
Young designer, young Ali
My clothes more fresh than Karim's
With a hot chick, and a love be
On Spain on the field like Tali
Bad bitches see me and call me papi
Mamita see me getting money
She pop that pussy like honney
That's why I'm runnin' outside, while they hatin' on us
For my squad and my mom for the better life
They hating cuz they know we rocking and these bitches won't stop coming
On the Spain homies be mobbin' for the better life
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
For the money we go sick
Money over everything
Money over everything
Writer: Marco David Diaz Flores, Padua Keoma Salas Sanchez
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Kidd Keo
Language: English
Written by: Marco David Diaz Flores, Padua Keoma Salas Sanchez