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[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
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
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es 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 Poncho, 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 a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
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

[Verso 3: Farruko]
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

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
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…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, 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 still not with the bitch
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

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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…

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Rvssian]
Hola
Me llamo Onika
Wrist FRIO
Pelo rosa
Culo gordo
(El Rvssian)

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
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
Word play got ’em stepping up they pens-es 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 Poncho, 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 a Lamborghini rosa
Yelling, "¡Viva Puerto Rico!", all my bitches es hermosa

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny & Farruko]
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

[Verso 3: Farruko]
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

[Coro: Farruko & Bad Bunny]
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…

[Verso 4: Travis Scott]
Suavemente, frio chilly (Yeah)
Gotta keep it caliente, the presidente
Bend it backwards, pop a wheelie, like we in Philly (It’s lit)
In the town I got the millis, 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 still not with the bitch
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

[Coro: Bad Bunny]
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…

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, man
Thanks for the love and support baby, thank you
I hate you

[Verse 1: DMX]
Hate who I love, blessed with the curse
I was born to die, best of the worst
Wings but can’t fly, but first things first
I will until I’m stretched in a hearse
Niggas don’t get me, but I ain’t complicated
Thing about the truth is most niggas hate it
Didn’t ask God for what I wanted, I waited
Until He felt like I earned it, then he gave it
Anything worth havin’ is worth earnin’
The true nature of man is definitely worth learnin’
‘Cause why you’re concerning yourself with discernin’
Whether its worth savin’, its usually worth burnin’
I knew from the start that this life wasn’t mine
That’s why from the start, I put my life on the line
Gangstas runnin’ ’round cryin’ about dyin’
I got faith, I’ma go when its my time!

[Hook – Runway Richy]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means

[Verse 1]
Go hard or go home
My niggas out of control
I’m on a roll
I’m ’bout to kick in your door
Bro, I was just hittin’ your hoe, so…
I’m not in love with her doe
?????
Feeling bout that money nigga just save it
White girl on braces (on braces?)
Make the work straighten up like braces
I don’t see nothin’ but them big faces
??all night in the bushes
I gotta sell it and push it
Trappin O.G. and the Cookies
Backed out on em, he a rookie
??? if I got to (two)??
Runway cookin’ (What’s that smell?)
287 111 (????)

[Hook]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means

[Verse 2]
Saddled up like a rodeo
Say he need money he lying, Pinocchio
Dry the pack back, for sale Antonio
Dope ball, nigga tied that’s a oreo
Get it however I gotta
Money ???
My mom’s a rider?!
Make it and take it and make it off robbin’
Got it out the mud – straight out the bottom
We could be fuckin’ cool
Swear I don’t mind giving niggas the blues
By any means I don’t play by no rules
Ballin no court, lil homie so choose
???? Shoes
These niggas Winnie the Pooh
Get rich or die trying
Put the mask back on, it’s ’bout that time
Front street with it trap??
Taking no ? I want every dime
You know, by any means necessary
You know that I’ma get mine
(You know, by any means necessary
You know that I’ma get mine)

[Hook]
By any means
By any means
By any means necessary, nigga
Even if I gotta bury ya
Want it all, I ain’t sharin’ with ya
You know me and money married (nigga)
By any means
By any means
Even if I gotta take (nigga)
Even if I gotta chase
Even if I gotta go to war, fuck boy, promise you won’t make it
By any means
By any means
By any means

[Intro Swizz Beatz]
Never sell out
Sometimes you gotta talk that talk to them Nipsey
Sometimes they can’t handle it though
But we don’t care

[Verse: Nipsey]
Yeah, it;s a moment this special
This what happens stay down game bless you
This what happens don’t fold the game test you
If you pass it you gone they can’t catch you and its permenant
I been down I deserve this shit
Ruff Ryder Roc-A-Fella on my Murda shit
Tryna threat me with the fame ain’t concerned with it
Only worry about the green I’m a herbalist
Even though next level look still achieving those
Seven digits model bitches and arena shows
Hundred thousand make a transfer cause my visa low
Every week I send a text like that to GSO
In the back feeling like Jigga in the GS4
Me and Boogie on some need to know
Watching ATL nigga on the PS4
See they mad at us
They hating on us I don’t even know
‘Cause Nipsey Hussle in a league his own
Niggas lame but to each his own
Changed the game now I need a throne
Half a mil to Uncle Sam hate to see it go
All money in the squad nigga even though

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Man it’s hot like a kettle
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We don’t like you
We don’t like you
We ain’t nothing like you
Goddamn we’d snipe you
Calling from the ghetto
Calling from the ghetto
We need help down here food around here
Or we gon spray everything down here
Calling from the ghetto
Live from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
Pick up my call from the ghetto
We ain’t like you
We ain’t never like you
We ain’t even like your type
Man we’ll snipe your type
Live from the ghetto
Man it’s live from the ghetto
Came from nothing and made it something
Now I got the whole hood jumping
Tell me what you want now
Calling from the ghetto
Got the block hot like a kettle
Can’t even come back to your hood
Everywhere and we here yeah we good yeah