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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) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[Verso 1: Nicki Minaj]
Make some room, ho, 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 penses 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) (¡Yeh! ¡yeh! ¡yeh!)

[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: 21 Savage]
Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something’ (21)
I know you heard I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something (yeah)
Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing (facts)
Pretty face, ass fat, I’m tryna poke something (yah, yah)
Yeah, back it up baby, let me see you twerk (21)
Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt (on my shirt)
Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy (the krispy)
And she throw that ass back like a frisbee (on God)
Uh-huh, I’m smoking krippy kush (krippy kush)
Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush (the whole bush)
I might pass her to the team ’cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M’s using Pro Tools
In a Maybach and I’m laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah) in ya wave cap (on God)
You better pay me now (now), I don’t cut slack (nah)
All these VVS’s (21), make you upset (21, 21, 21)

[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, yeah, yeah
Lala, lala, lala, nana, nana, nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I just came through, gave me that ill Nana
I ain’t even fuck that bitch, I got no time, that pussy too caught up
Just bought a new shovel, yeah yeah yeah
I done hit the love X, I just [?]
I just hit the love X, [?] from the back
You can tell they tried to hold me in the back
Told them pussy ass niggas that they on some shit, facts
I been countin’ guap, yeah, getting shit back
Fuckin on your bitch, yeah, that bitch gave me gat
Yeah that bit’ gave me the kitty, kitty
Pullin up to your city, to your city
Bad bitch itty bitty, big titties and a fat ass
Gotta get that ill Nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M]
Juicy Fruit, honey dip, plus she cute
Super cool, funny chick, boy that ass an ocean
Swimming lesson teacher, I might drown on purpose
She want me in deeper, I might close the curtain
Oodle noodles, suck up all the juices
Apple scroodle, warm it up, girl this slice for you, shit
I might eat the whole thing, [?] is useless
Pop open that ill Nana, vibing to my new shit
Must be getting Foxxie Brown
[?]
Or you just got the swimming pool kit
And I’m not one to get around on some middle school
Just know that mushy pussy on some "oooh" shit"

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Kitty, kitty
Pullin up to your city, to your city
Bad bitch itty bitty, big titties and a fat ass
Gotta get that ill Nana

[Hook: D.R.A.M]
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Damn it feel so good, make me throw my [?] in that
Ill Nana, she got that ill nana
Berry is so sweet, it make me throw my big banana in it
Ill Nana, that ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana
Ill Nana, Ill Nana

[Intro]
You were looking for love

[Verse 1]
Long days got my wastin’
So baby, I’mma ’bout the racin’
Harley, speeding off chasin’
All things in moderation
Now my heart’s at your battle station
I was hoping that we stay patient
Fill your hole, that is vacant
Tell me, can I be your…

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

[Verse 2]
By the way, I know a hideaway
We can fly away, float on a higher lane
And off course, you get a call
Tell ya friends, I’m inviting them all
Got the leafs for my G’s
Need a cut in the west for the breeze
For you all
And all this for…

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

[Bridge]
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love
Oh, major
Oh, major love
Oh, major
Major, major, major love

[Chorus]
Major love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love
Major love
Major love
You were looking for love

[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
I’ve been in a film or two
But it’s you that’s acting Hollywood lately
I’ve been watching from a distance
Yeah, you poppin’ in your snaps and on IG
See you livin’ life but girl it’s been a minute
Since you checked up on me

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gone
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

[Verse 2: Problem]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
It’s been hard to find you lately
Like we playing hide and go seek
I can read the signs, baby
I think you found another me
But that could never be, baby
But it seemin’ like you don’t agree (damn)

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

[Verse 3: Terrace Martin]
Playing games is not the things I do (no, no, no)
It could be just me and you (yes, yes, yes, yea yea)
Notice how you treat me
Disrespect is what you do to me
Tables always turn
But for now I’m learning

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold

Yeah, yeah
Here we go
Ha ha ha
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Uh, fuck up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a wrong one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up