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(Intro: Quavo)
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

(Chorus: Quavo)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

(Verse 1: Quavo)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Ni**as not cappin’ this season

(Verse 2: Offset)
Offset!
The coupe came imported (hey)
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I’m boujee, so, b*tch, don’t get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

(Verse 3: Cardi B)
Ride the dick like a BMX
No ni**a wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off
I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, b*tches
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’
These hoes ain’t what they say they are
And their pu**y stank, they catfishin’
Same hoes that was sendin’ shots
They reachin’ out like they back itchin’
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
That’s not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I’m the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!

(Chorus: Quavo)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

(Verse 4: Nicki Minaj)
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
b*tches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats, you know what I am about
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
My crown won’t fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)
You b*tches catchin’ a fade, shout out my ni**a Lil Boosie
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw ni**a, you know this pu**y is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
I’m with a couple bad b*tches that’ll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Hey yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?”
That too, but my ni**as send hits like Gotti
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
b*tch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

(Verse 5: Takeoff)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you b*tches
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

(Chorus: Quavo)
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin’ out the court (jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)


(Intro)
Oh, baby, ooh
Ooh, baby

(Verse 1)
Candlelight, get the mood right
Oh, baby, pick out your favorite wine, let go, no need to hide
I’m ready to tear it up
So baby, let me inside and just look me in my eyes, oh woah, oh woah
Girl, I don’t give a damn, ain’t no other man taking my place
He can’t hit your spot like I can, making your legs shake, oh
Licking your lips, girl, I love the way you taste
Yeah, you know I love that kinky sh*t
I’m all over your body
I’m tryna lay you on your stomach on that freaky sh*t
Be submissive when I dive in
Yeah, she think I’m freaking on her, I’ma rub it in
Ooh baby, I’ma f**k it up
I see the moon, loving ’til the sun come up
It’s too good, I’m trying not to bust a nut
Too fast, I’m tryna last

(Chorus)
I can’t even lie, lie, lie
It’s too damn good, I can’t handle it, babe
But I’ma try to last all night
Ooh woah, I’ma try to last all night
It’s alright, I hope I can last all night
I can’t even lie, lie, lie, ooh
I can’t even lie, lie, lie
I hope I can last all night

(Verse 2)
Yeah, if you knew right, you would do right
And just make love to me, only me
Don’t give my love away, girl
It ain’t for everybody ’cause you’re mine
Baby, don’t even get me started, that pussy mine, ooh Lordy, Lordy
Your hands in my pockets, huh, she know I’ma give her anything she ever wanted
Skrrt, skrrt, she driving, key in her ignition, here’s the real difference between b*tches and women
Ooh, baby, know I love that, how you take that, how you throw it back
Baby, you know just what you’re doing, I ain’t stupid, yeah

(Chorus)
I’ma try my best to last all night
Ooh woah, I’ma try to last all night
It’s alright, I hope I can last all night
I can’t even lie, lie, lie, ooh
I can’t even lie, lie, lie
I hope I can last all night, huh


Chris Brown new album Heartbreak on a Full Moon is now available and the singles off the project have been getting a lot of attention.

Brown dropped a new single today “Last All Night,” that served as a bonus track to an already crowdy album. The R&B singer packed all of 45 songs on a double-disc project for his fans and they are loving it. The slow jams joint features Chris Brown singing some seductive lines over an instrumental beat. “Girl, I don’t give a damn, ain’t no other man taking my place / He can’t hit your spot like I can, making your legs shake, oh / Licking your lips, girl, I love the way you taste / Yeah, you know I love that kinky sh*t,” Breezy sings.

“Wanted to do something special for the ladies,” Chris Brown said while dropping the song on SoundCloud. The “Grass Ain’t Greener” singer has been working on the new album for over a year and judging by the share number of singles, 45, it’s no surprise why it took him so long to complete. All the songs on the project outside of the previously released joints are hit-worthy.

Listen to Chris Brown new song “Last All Night” below and grab a copy of his new album Heartbreak on a Full Moon in stores and online.


Popcaan confirmed reports that he and Unruly member Chi Ching Ching had a falling out.

There have been rumors floating around for months claiming that Popcaan and Chi Ching Ching are beefing. In 2015, Popcaan signed Ching to his Unruly label and the two developed a close friendship since then. But this year the two were noticeably distant with Chi Ching Ching touring extensively with Sean Paul overseas prompting speculations that they had a falling out.

Last weekend, one of Popcaan’s right hand men, Petro Unruly posted a photo on Instagram and captioned it “#CrazyCrazy #Outside.” Chi Ching Ching commented on the photo with a simpe tick emoji and it seems Popcaan wasn’t too happy about that and had this to say, “[Petro Unruly] tell some wanna be unruly don’t nuff up ina real unruly business.”

While Popcaan didn’t name Chi Ching Ching directedly in his comment, he did make it exactly after the “Roast or Fry (Breadfruit)” deejay. Back in July, Ching posted a pic of himself and Popcaan on his Instagram wishing the Unruly boss a happy birthday and that quelled the talks of a fallout for at least a short while, but now we know that there are some real trouble inside the Unruly camp. On a side note, Poppy also unfollow Ching on Instagram, petty.


Beenie Man says that he is dumb founded why he was attacked by Spice and her fans for calling her the “designated” queen of dancehall.

The dancehall legend did an interview with Winford Williams on OnStage last weekend where he spoke about Spice crowning herself the new queen of dancehall. “Well the queen of dancehall baptized now,” Beenie said in reference to Lady Saw being baptized and is now a devote Christian. The deejay then said Spice will have to do as much work as Lady Saw did to elevate her status to the queen of the genre, but for now she is the designated queen.

Spice hit back at Beenie Man hard calling him “badmind” and even suggesting that Vybz Kartel is the real king of dancehall. “D Rasta man [Beenie Man] vex true mi say a Kartel a the king a dancehall,” Spice said. “Nothing is wrong with your sentence “The Queen got baptized” we all know that, but you also do know that the king is incarcerated right.”

In his defense, Beenie Man said in a video clip posted on Instagram that he didn’t said anything negative in his statement. “What I heard about Spice saying this about my interview and I heard about what her fans have to say,” the Doc said. “I have to wonder, everybody have wifi but is not everybody wisdom listen to what am saying, when somebody say you’re the designated queen that means you get a post to be someone but you’re not voted for by the mass. When you become the queen elect then that means that you’re voted for by the mass and now all you need is a crown to put on your head to become that queen. Now if you get anything negative from that?”

Bwoy me still a wonder how people take a compliment and turn it into criticism and conflict. It mek yuh wonder who have a "Bad" mind. Unnu nuh have some lef over Sunday dinner fi go warm up later??? Go find supm do and enjoy life man. #Movewidyuhbadvibes #guhwatchtheinterview #NoTimeFiNegativity #BeenieMan #kingofthedancehall

A post shared by King Beenie Man (@kingbeenieman) on Oct 30, 2017 at 4:08pm PDT

“Bwoy me still a wonder how people take a compliment and turn it into criticism and conflict,” Beenie wrote on IG. “It mek yuh wonder who have a “Bad” mind. Unnu nuh have some lef over Sunday dinner fi go warm up later? Go find supm do and enjoy life man.”