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Conor Maynard ft. Anth -Krippy Kush- LYRICS

Conor Maynard Ft. Anth – Krippy Kush (Lyrics)
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
5
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?
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