To´a las putas quieren kush (Jajaja, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[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 in them ´88 Benzes now With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants some 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
[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
[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
[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
[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 (Bags) 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)
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