CRISTIANA (part. Jon Z)

Yeah, yeah
Jon Z, man
Yeah

She wants to masturbate with my gun
She comes and wants to stay
If you want a hit, I'll give you a pass
She wants to move in with me
Hoe, she deepthroats me
Fuck, she's a pro
Yeah, without spitting
How good it went in
She scratched me
She screamed really hard, haha
She's forced to watch porn because I gave it to her and she never stopped
Brazilian wax, all smooth
I suck her toes and that excites her
I come quickly when she screams
And if I stop, she gets excited, yeah

She seems healthy, but sins with me
She doesn't smoke marijuana, but wants me to light up
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems healthy, but sins with me
She doesn't smoke marijuana, but wants me to light up
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems Christian, but she's a devil

I have clothes on me that are worth almost a mansion
Kenworth, I never get tired of showing off
With the fakes, I raise the stick
And I catch them, stay still like a horse, Manson
A look that I don't negotiate
The ski mask for the street, lots of fandom
The case, the Colt comb and the bullets to spare in case something happens
And 30 thousand that I spend, that goes to waste and the ship to the touch
A whore in my room jumping
She doesn't charge, but Papi Ak always gives her something
And I'm a customer at Fendi and Balmain and luxury I love
I have my neck frozen and millions in what I sing and my throat is worth, haha

She seems healthy, but sins with me
She doesn't smoke marijuana, but wants me to light up
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems healthy, but sins with me
She doesn't smoke marijuana, but wants me to light up
She seems Christian, but she's a devil
She seems Christian, but she's a devil