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' gangsters 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' gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To'a las putas quieren kush (jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make some room, hoe, keep 100 feet away
50 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 in them '88 Benz's now
With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants some cho-cha
Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca'
Now I'm balling like I'm Sosa in that Lamborghini rosa
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