Letras:
K Fed

m starrin' in your magazines Now every day and week Back then, they call me K-fed But you can call me Daddy instead Back then, they call me K-fed But

: ?Por que has hecho sonar hoy las campanas? ?Por que has abandonado las callejas que te vieron pasar dia tras dia? ?Por que te has ido, amigo Federico

shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed

I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K

had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K

the Juve And a little jury and a strong ass army Been makin money since niggas was doin they fed time (All the way) [Verse 11: Wish] Hey Mr. K. Ceiling

: Ay Polo Help me out on this shit man Your boy breezy and your nigga k I don't mean to make you mad maybe a little bit Cause even when you pissed,

then When I make spinach dip It'll be placed in the shit. You little shit Wanna sit there and play innocent A rack filler hit me in K-Mart and they witnessed

ve been through transponed, keys are in too shit i got issues if I pop a bitch then she probably a snitch L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit when my