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