HolaMe llamo OnikaWrist FRIOPelo rosaCulo gordo(Ay Rvssian)Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)Make some room hoe, keep a hundred feet awayFifty trucks when I pull up we a fleet awayYou ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat awayBut thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the wayI got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs tho'Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho'Now I got 'em rocking inches nowBut I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches nowWord play got 'em stepping up they pens's nowStill stick me for my flow like syringes, nowStill kicking closed doors off the hinges nowShotgun and them '88 Benzes, nowWith my plug, I call him PanchoBut I think he wants that chochaPut this pussy in his bocaMake my niggas take his cocaNow I'm balling like I'm SosaIn that Lamborghini rosaYelling viva Puerto RicoAll my bitches es hermosaPero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTambién tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)Suavemente, frio chill-ay (Yeah)Gotta keep it caliente, the presidenteBend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Phill-ay (It's lit)In the town I got the mill-ays, you know the drill-ay (Alright)Yeah, butterfly the doorsThrow a ivy queen in it then I skrt skrt skrt skrt skrtYou get the picture, but I'm still not with the picturesStill hate the liquor, drank on my liverStill got the basement, jumping like I'm Tigger (Straight up)Pour 'til it's muddy, blow 'til it's muggy (Yeah)But the gang goin' dummy, thumbing through hundreds (With the gang)Keep it stick like it's gummy, rap like a mummyBreak the bread 'til it's crummy, eat 'til I'm chubby (Yeah)Yeah, me amor the tings, me amor the green (Alright)Yeah, blowing up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (Sing)Yeah, fresh steal off the lot, slide on your block and pop the topAnd then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrtPero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTambién tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las putas quieren kush...Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSALas putas se montan fácil como en GTA200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en eBayEn PR ya es legal, yo firmé la leyFumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz KhaLas gatas quieren Kush, no quieren FriskaPrendí un bastón como el de la brisca (Farru')2 phillies, se queda bizcaLas libras yo las compro y llegan por FedExPriority el paquete, next day vía expressDel celular traqueo con el GPSY el shipping se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu exQue tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regularSintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legalQue le baja a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontearQue somos millonarios, y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrarPero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTambién tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kushLo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippyTo'a las putas quieren kush...
