Limpiate Adikta (part. Ovyze)
Ah, Kuina, yeah
Desde el Southside, ey
Bunnyambitionboi, ah
Ayo, Ovyze, what the fuck are you doing?
Un Wiskonsin, llevo nena' en el carro, uña' XL
La vuelta en limusina, de keta te pasaste, bebé
Yo no huelo, mando foto de sus pies
Le pagué la pedicura y me regaló su colale' a mí
Estas perras quieren be me
Tu puta se cree fancy y solo se ve nasty
Que se limpie la adicta, ridícula, yo solo soy alcohólica
Estoy curá' saludando a los mismo' hueone' siempre, uh
Cansá' 'e la gente, haciendo lobby
Pensé en tu cuello y te pillé de nuevo
Solo quiero un rapero de pelo decolora'o
Que me diga: Yo te quiero, y me deje el culo rosa'o
Mentiroso y cantante, carilindo y picante
Dije que te quería, pero esto ya lo hice ante'
Dije que e' disciplina, que no pue'o enamorarme
Le haré caso a la Andrea y me pongo para el work-work-work
No contesto el phone, la L al amor
Me sacó el calzón y me dice que le encanto
Me dijo: "Beba, si quieres, yo a ti te canto"
Te escribí canciones, pero solo hablo espanto'
¿Viste cuánto en la semana e' que cobramo'?
Insisten, la lía en la cartera, cinco gramo'
Cliquean, mi nombre es cada ve' más caro
Quiero ser una popstar y su toto en mi mano
Mmm, no quiero estar con esas puta', yo frita
Florerito 'e mesa, se cree sensación
Grita mi nombre, to' mi' amigo' en la lista
Sin tener que chuparle el pico a ni uno de esto' artista'
Toa' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe
Merry Christmas, me rendí, ah, redimí, ah
Tu gatita que se quita los panties y grita
Que quiere que le esté dando despué' que tú la visita'
Vista linda, portá' de revista
Anillo en los deos', me puse más egoísta
Todo' mis hermano', pinta de protagonista
Si tienen reclamo', vaya y póngase en la fila
[Pre-coro]
Estoy como loca y quiero seguir dándote
Esto no me sofoca, sé que nací para los flashe'
La' groupie' y la coca se la dejo a estos hueone'
Le haré caso a la Andrea y me pongo para el work-work-work
No contesto el phone, la L al amor
Me sacó el calzón y me dice que le encanto
Me dijo: Beba, si quieres, yo a ti te canto
Te escribí canciones, pero solo hablo espanto'
¿Viste cuánto en la semana e' que cobramo'?
Insisten, la lía en la cartera, cinco gramo'
Cliquean, mi nombre es cada ve' más caro
Quiero ser una popstar y su toto en mi mano
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe
Toda' tus mochila' son hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
Clean Up, Addict (feat. Ovyze)
Ah, Kuina, yeah
From the Southside, hey
Bunnyambitionboi, ah
Ayo, Ovyze, what the hell are you doing?
In Wisconsin, got girls in the car, long nails
Cruising in a limo, you went too far, baby
I don’t smell, I send pics of her feet
I paid for her pedicure and she gave me her thong
These bitches wanna be me
Your girl thinks she’s fancy but she just looks trashy
Clean up, addict, ridiculous, I’m just an alcoholic
I’m sober, greeting the same fools always, uh
Tired of people, making a scene
Thought about your neck and caught you again
I just want a rapper with bleached hair
To tell me: I love you, and leave my ass pink
Liar and singer, pretty boy and spicy
I said I loved you, but I’ve done this before
I said it’s discipline, that I can’t fall in love
I’ll listen to Andrea and get to work-work-work
I don’t answer the phone, L for love
She took off my panties and says I’m her crush
She said: "Babe, if you want, I’ll sing to you"
I wrote you songs, but I only talk horror
Did you see how much we make in a week?
They insist, the bag has five grams
They click, my name is getting more expensive
I wanna be a popstar and have her pussy in my hand
Mmm, I don’t wanna be with those hoes, I’m fried
Table flower, thinks she’s a sensation
Shout my name, all my friends on the list
Without having to suck off any of these artists
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe
Merry Christmas, I gave up, ah, redeemed, ah
Your kitty that takes off her panties and screams
Wants me to keep going after you visit her
Pretty face, magazine style
Ring on my fingers, I got more selfish
All my brothers, looking like stars
If they have complaints, go and get in line
[Pre-chorus]
I’m feeling crazy and wanna keep giving it to you
This doesn’t suffocate me, I know I was born for the flash
The groupies and the coke, I leave that to these fools
I’ll listen to Andrea and get to work-work-work
I don’t answer the phone, L for love
She took off my panties and says I’m her crush
She said: Babe, if you want, I’ll sing to you
I wrote you songs, but I only talk horror
Did you see how much we make in a week?
They insist, the bag has five grams
They click, my name is getting more expensive
I wanna be a popstar and have her pussy in my hand
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe
All your backpacks are hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe
Escrita por: Kuina / Ovyze