Hello, my name is Onika, I'm cold, pink hair, fat ass All 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 crippie, I ain't talkin' bout the gangs though Had all these bitches rockin' pink hair and bangs though Now I got them rockin' inches now But I leave these bitches hangin' like lynches now Wordplay got them steppin' up they pincers now Still stick me for my flow like syringes now Still kickin' closed doors off the hinges now Shotgun in them 88 Benz's now With my plug, I call him Pancho, but I think he want some chocha Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca Now I'm ballin' like I'm Sosa in that Lamborghini Rosa Yellin' Viva Puerto Rico, all my bitches is Hidmosa Pero ahora tipo el Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Tambien tenemos Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Tu bro' que te quieren Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Con la puta quieren Cush, Cush Suavemente, Frio Chile Gotta keep it caliente, the Presidente Bend it backwards, Papa Willie, like we in Philly In your town, I got the millets, you know the drillet Yeah, butterfly the doors, throw a Ivy Queen in it Then I, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush You get the picture, but I'm still not with the picture still Hate the liquor drink on my liver still Got the basement jumpin' like I'm Tinker Hold to his money, blow to his monkey With the gang goin' dummy, thumbin' through on his Keep a stick like it's gummy, rap like a mummy Break the bread till it's crummy, eat till I'm chubby Yeah, me and more the tings, me and more the green Yeah, blowin' up the closet, hear the angels sing Yeah, fish shell off the lasagna on your block And pop the top and then we, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Pero ahora tipo el Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Tambien tenemos Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Tu bro' que te quieren Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Las putas quieren Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Yeah, yeah, yeah Aqui pasamos moñas por el TSA Las putas se montan facil como en GTA 200k de paper que pedí en Ebay En PR ya es legal, yo firme la ley Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Whiskey Las gatas quieren Cush, no quieren Frisbee Tres de un baton como el de la brisca Doffy Lee se queda vizca Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx Priority el paquete en Xtay y Via Express De celula traqueo con el GPS Que el chivil se lo cobra al gogo de tu ex Que tiene un guille de bichete y lo que fuma es regular Sintética de esas que venden poran en los puestos legales Que le baja la movie y que Vaca no venga a frontear Que somos millonarios y acabo de comprar pa'l de Acre pa' sembrar Pero ahora estoy pa'l Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Tu mami de onu quieres Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Todas las chicas quieren Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Todas las niñas quieren Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Todo el mundo quiere Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Todas las chicas quieren Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush, Cush Todas las niñas quieren Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy, Creepy Todas las putas quieren Cush