Krippy Kush (Spanglish Version)

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 babys quieren kush

Girl I'm on the rise

Ain't no one surprised

I know what you came for

Ain't no need to lie

Money looking right

That's the shit I like

I just bought a crib

Didn't have to check the price

Tell your promoter that sorry if I show up late

Ive been too busy cutting records up in forest gate

Another remix homie that's another 20k

And now my parents never gotta work another day

Tell me baby if we fucking, what's the hold up?

Told you imma bring the kush, you bring the coca

Spanish mami wanna sip on my corona

Say she love me I said girl I barely know ya

It's your chance

Take it while you can

Fuck the man you're fucking now you fucking with the man

What's your plan?

Saw you on the gram

Hit you in the DM, imma hit it when I land

Whoa

Bounce that shit like whoa

Know you gotta man but baby he ain't gotta know

What you waiting fo?

Come on girl let's go

White girl like Khaleesi wanna sit up on my throne

Start speaking Spanish and calling me papi

If you wanna kick it, I'm Mr Miyagi

You know that I want you, I know that you want me

We fucking so loud they hear us in the lobby

Oh mami ya vente paca

Tomamos, fumamos, y somos igual

Tus labios me dicen que tu quieres mas

Quiero tu cuerpo no quiero hablar

I hit the club

Get out my way

The boy from London but I run it in LA

I got a check

200k

Im about to blow it all on liquor and champagne

I see your girl

She look my way

If she a 10, she know she got a place to stay

I'm in the suite

She come through late

And then we fuck until we get a noise complaint

I just want a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie with a dab of ranch

I already got some designer to hold up my pants

I just want some ice on my wrist so I look better when I dance

Have you lookin' at it, put you in a trance

I need more than 5 bitches in my ride

Every time

Every fucking night

When I'm leaving Hyde

On the side

Got a model type

Born in 95

Met online

DM and a like

That's a slip and slide

Met her name in Dubai, said her name was Portia

She said she wanna ride, in my brand new Portia

She want a man who ball

Not somebody court side, well alright, hold tight

'Cus I know what you came here for

Don't you feel ashamed at all

Don't you feel the same no more? No more

'Cus I need it, can't hide it

Can't help it, can't fight it

No more, no more, no more