Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(Ay Rvssian)

Lo' maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters 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' gansters 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 tho'
Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs tho'
Now I got 'em rocking inches now
But I'll leave these bitches hanging like lynches now
Word play got 'em stepping up they pens's now
Still stick me for my flow like syringes, now
Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now
Shotgun and them '88 Benzes, now

With my plug, I call him Pancho
But I think he wants that chocha
Put this pussy in his boca
Make my niggas take his coca
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa
In that Lamborghini rosa
Yelling viva Puerto Rico
All my bitches es hermosa

Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush... (Jajaja) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

Suavemente, frio chill-ay (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend 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 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, 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 mummy
Break 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 top
And then we skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

Pero ahora estoy pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush...

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 baja 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 pal' krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Lo' gansters 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' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush...