Krippy Kush (remix) (part. Nicki Minaj, Bad Bunny, Travis Scott y Rvssian)
Hola, me llamo Onika
Wrist frío, pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)
Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up, we a fleet away
You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away
But, thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got 'em rocking inches, now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Wordplay got 'em steppin' up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow, like syringes now
Still kickin' closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun in them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca
Now I'm ballin' like I'm Sosa in a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling: ¡Viva Puerto Rico!, all my bitches es hermosa
Pero ahora estoy pa'l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas 'e paper que pedí en eBay
En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley
Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha'
Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska'
Prendí un bastón como el de la Brisca (Farru')
2 phillies se queda bizca'
Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Priority el paquete, Next Day vía Express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo' al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie, que pa' acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios y acabo 'e comprar par de acres pa' sembrar
Pero ahora estoy pa'l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suavemente-ay, frío, chill-ay (yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente-ay, the presidente-ay
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie-ay, 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 doors, throw a Ivy Queen in it, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt
You get the picture? But I'm still not with the pictures
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumpin' like I'm Tigger (straight up)
Pour 'til it's muddy, blow 'til it's muggy (yeah)
But the gang goin' dummy, thumbin' through hundreds (With the gang)
Keep it stick like it's gummy, wrap like a mummy
Break the bread 'til it's crummy, eat 'til I'm chubby (yeah)
Yeah, me amo the tings, me amo the green (alright)
Yeah, blowin' up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fishtail off the lot, slide on your block
And pop the top, and then we skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt
Pero ahora estoy pa'l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush
Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gánsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Krippy Kush (remix) (feat. Nicki Minaj, Bad Bunny, Travis Scott & Rvssian)
Hi, my name is Onika
Wrist bejeweled, pink hair
Fat ass
(El Rvssian)
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away
Fifty trucks, when I pull up, we're one fleet away
You ain't on my throne, ain't even a seat away
But, thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way
I got the krippy, I ain't talking 'bout the gangs, though
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though
Now I got 'em rocking inches, now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Wordplay got 'em steppin' up they pens-es now
Still stick me for my flow, like syringes now
Still kickin' closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun in them '88 Benzes now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants that coochie
Put this pussy on his mouth, make my niggas take his cock
Now I'm ballin' like I'm Sosa in a pink Lamborghini
Yelling: Long live Puerto Rico! All my bitches are lovely
But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here we bring blunts through the TSA
The bitches are easily stacked like in Grand Theft Auto
I ordered 200 boxes of papers on eBay
In Puerto Rico it's already legal, I signed the law
Smoking like Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa
The cats want Kush, they don't want Friskas
I lit a stick like the one from Brisca (farru')
2 blunts leave you cross-eyed
I buy the pounds and they arrive via Fed Ex
Priority package, Next Day through Express Mail
I track the GPS from my phone
And we'll charge the shipping to that idiot ex-boyfriend of yours
He has a big-shot attitude and what he smokes is mediocre
Synthetics, the kind that are sold out in the legal shops
Let's get down to business, don't come here fronting
We're all millionaires here and I just bought a couple of acres to sow
But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the bitches want kush (hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Softly, cold, chill (yeah)
Gotta keep I hot, the president
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (it's lit)
In the town I got the millions, you know the drill (alright)
Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a Ivy Queen in it, then I skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt
You get the picture? But I'm still not with the pictures
Still hate the liquor, drank on my liver
Still got the basement, jumpin' like I'm Tigger (straight up)
Pour till it's muddy, blow till it's muggy (yeah)
But the gang goin' dummy, thumbin' through hundreds (with the gang)
Keep it stick like it's gummy, wrap like a mummy
Break the bread till it's crummy, eat till I'm chubby (yeah)
Yeah, me amo the tings, me amo the green (alright)
Yeah, blowin' up the clouds, and hear the angels sing (sing)
Yeah, fishtail off the lot, slide on your block
And pop the top, and then we skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt-skrt
But now I'm about the krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
We also have kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush
The thugs want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
The gangsters want krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
All the babies want kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Escrita por: Nicki Minaj / Bad Bunny / Farruko / Rvssian / Travi$ Scott