Krippy Kush

[Chorus: Conor Maynard] 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 (Yah, yah, yah) [Verse 1: Anth] Girl I'm on the rise Ain't no one surprised (No) I know what you came for Ain't no need to lie (Nah) 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 I've been too busy cutting records up in Forest Gate (Yeah) Another remix homie that's another 20k (Woo) And now my parents never gotta work another day (Yah, yah, yah) [Verse 2: Conor Maynard] Tell me baby if we fucking, what's the hold up? Told you I'ma 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 (Can) Fuck the man you're fucking, now you fucking with the man What's your plan? Saw you on the gram (Yo') Hit you in the DM, I'ma hit it when I land (Hey) [Verse 3: Anth] Whoa Bounce that shit like whoa (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 (Prrra) 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 pa' acá Tomamos, fumamos, y somos igual Tus labios me dicen que tú quieres más Quiero tu cuerpo, no quiero hablar [Verse 4: Conor Maynard] I hit the club (Hit the club), get out my way (Get out my way) The boy from London, but I run it in LA (In LA) I got a cheque (I got a cheque), 200k (200k) I'm about to blow it all on liquor and champagne (Prrra) 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 (Prrra) I just want a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie with a diamond ridge I already got some designer to hold up my pants I just want some nice on my wrist so I look better when I dance Have you lookin' at it, put you in a trance (Yah, yah, yah) [Verse 5: Anth] 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 [Verse 6: Conor Maynard] Met her name in Dubai, said her name was Portia She said she want a ride, in my brand new Porsche (Skrrrt) She want a man who ball, not somebody court side Well alright, hold tight 'Cause I know what you came here for Don't you feel ashamed at all Don't you feel the same no more? No more 'Cause I need it, can't hide it Can't help it, can't fight it no more No more, no more No more