Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuck, your beard’s weird
Alright
You yellin’ at the mic, you weird beard
We doin’ this once
You yellin’ at the mic, your beard’s weird, why you yellin’ at the mic?

Rihanna just hit me on the text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim, you’re old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill, now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal… or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you’re the whack me
It’s funny, but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
‘Til I’m hitting old age still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old’s rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil’ kiddy
Go play, feel like I’m babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin’ a video just to fuckin’ dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I’m the billy goat
You ain’t never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they’ll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin’ Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game’s mine again and ain’t nothin’ changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein’ rich-shamed by some prick usin’ my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss ’cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this (pop)
It’s your moment, this is it
As big as you’re gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I’ll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you’d look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin’ be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin’ shit is like Rambo when he’s out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin’ machine gun when it’s out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He’ll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I’ll give him my sandals
‘Cause he knows long as I’m Shady, he’s gon’ have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re fuckin’ salty ’cause Young Gerald’s balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it’s over a pic, I just don’t like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write “Not Alike”
But really, I don’t care who’s in the right
But you’re losin’ the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells?
Attempt fails, Budden, L’s
Fuckin’ nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I’m with the Doc still
But this idiot’s boss pops pills and tells him he’s got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I’m sick of you bein’ whack
And still usin’ that mothafuckin’ AutoTune, so let’s talk about it (let’s talk about it)
I’m sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I’m sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just ’cause you look in the mirror and think that you’re Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

You fuckin’… oh
And I’m just playin’, Diddy, you know I love you

[Intro: Bruno Mars & Gucci Mane]
Fly, fly, fly
It’s Gucci (it’s Gucci)
Huh? Fly (woo)

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Gucci Mane]
I drink ’til I’m drunk (yeah), smoke til I’m high (yeah)
Castle on the hill (well damn), wake up in the sky
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I ain’t fly)
I know I’m super fly (I know), I know I’m super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury (yeah),
That’s why they all fuck with me (woo)
Out here with the moves (yeesh) like I invented smooth
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I ain’t fly)
I know I’m super fly (I know), I know I’m super fly

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, huh, huh
I stay fresh as hell, take a pic, I might as well, hell
Drop the top and take a selfie, my car drives itself
I got white girls blushin’, homie, college girls rushin’ on me (woo)
All my diamonds custom so they clutchin’ and they touchin’ on me
Ooh, pick his vegetables
Ooh, that kid’s edible
Ooh, it’s incredible
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I smell like Bond Number 9, nine
Section full of foreign dimes
Bitch is starin’ at me sayin’, “Wow”
Unforgettable like Nat King Cole
Gucci berry wine, don’t sneak and tell your ho (well damn)
Her one night show, a human bank roll (whoa)
She lost in the sauce ’cause Gucci got the glow (huh)

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Gucci Mane]
I drink ’til I’m drunk (brra), smoke ’til I’m high (it’s Guc’)
Castle on the hill (heh), wake up in the sky (you won’t)
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I ain’t fly)
I know I’m super fly (I know), I know I’m super fly (I know)
The ladies love the luxury, that’s why they all fuck with me
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I ain’t fly)
I know I’m super fly (I know), I know I’m super fly (I know)

[Post-Chorus: Bruno Mars & Gucci Mane]
Now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly
I know I’m super fly, I know I’m super fly

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Kodak, Kodak
Mine so fly, don’t need no flight attendant
Big Cuban link, don’t need no pendant
I ain’t never had no pot to piss in, yeah
Now all my records trendin’
Oh my, I came from stealing bikes to flying on a G5
I don’t know why I been smokin’ this Cherry Pie so much
But this my life
I’m on adderall, I be smellin’ Hi-Tec when I piss
Like it’s basketball, I drop 50-pointer on my wrist
It’s Lil Kodak, take a pic
I came home to drop the heat
All these diamonds got me sick, I’m actin’ spoiled
Cutlass sittin’ high, I feel like I can fly
So fresh to death it’s crazy, feel like I can die
I done finally got my wings, they make me wanna sing (glee)

[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Kodak Black]
I drink ’til I’m drunk (’til I’m drunk),
Smoke ’til I’m high (’til I’m high)
Castle on the hill (ayy), wake up in the sky
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I ain’t fly, baby)
I know I’m super fly (I know it),
I know I’m super fly (I know it)
The ladies love in luxury, that’s why they all fuck with me (ayy)
Out here with the moves like I invented smooth (yo, yo)
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly (you can’t tell me I don’t fly, baby)
I know I’m super fly (I know it),
I know I’m super fly (I know it)

[Outro: Bruno Mars]
Now, now watch me fly, fly
Now watch me fly, fly
You can’t tell me I ain’t fly
I know I’m super fly, I know I’m super fly…

[Chorus]
So damn rare like Chupacabra, my come up so catastrophic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Broski got the arm and hammer, shell it out, collect the profit
My bitch bad like Caribana, shake the ass so astronomic
My bag got some demons on it, duck it, dodge it, shake it off, yeah (yeah, aye)
Yellowbone wan’ drop it on me, pool party, pull up with water
People probably plottin’ on me, my people got super soakers
Red dot, fly off roller coasters, every week, I’m coast-to-coastin’
Enemies want to get closer (no, no, no, no, no)

[Bridge]
I can’t ever stay low (no, oh)
I can’t ever let it show (no, oh)
Got to taste a little and I needed plenty more
All could be so simple if you learned to let it go (what)

[Verse]
Stole the show, put a hex on the bitch, see me next to a bitch, she cursed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seen that ass from the front (yes sir), this time glass is ice (blizzard)
Five band Burberry coat, throw it out, movin’ out, double dash, now who wins? (Me)
Been a long time, how you been (what)? Off-White on my shoe strings (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Zeroes, need dineros, in my country, I’m a hero (what)
From T-O-R-N-T-O, bitch, it’s Gambino Tarantino (me)
Goin’ broke a funny joke, big pockets look like cargo (hey)
K-I-double L-A-M-O-N-J-A-R-O (what)

[Chorus]
So damn rare like Chupacabra, my come up so catastrophic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Broski got the arm and hammer, shell it out, collect the profit
My bitch bad like Caribana, shake the ass so astronomic
My bag got some demons on it, duck it, dodge it, shake it off, yeah (yeah, aye)
Yellowbone wan’ drop it on me, pool party, pull up with water
People probably plottin’ on me, my people got super soakers
Red dot, fly off roller coasters, every week, I’m coast-to-coastin’
Enemies want to get closer (no, no, no, no, no)

[Outro]
Me, yeah, they all on me
Me, me, me, what, hey
Yeah, they all on me, me

[Verse]
This is my happy ever suicide
My hands tied behind my breast
My silhouette did pirouettes
The curtains are closing
My baby was my ooh-lah lah, neverlasting
My baby was my cry me rivers and shadow casket
Who could be my lovely, my lovely?
Who could be my only one, my only?
I’m almost just as empty as you think I am, a penny for your thoughts
A wooden hair of happiness, a pretty Ricky Ross
A may-black music, I woke up in my sympathy, became black Judas
All my everythings for sale
All my second hand discoveries, Dungarees faded pale
All my halfway hallelujahs are tippy-toed in the mail
All the fluctuations on scales
And the missing therapy sessions of bullies treating me well
Well, we don’t drink that
If it ain’t the top shelf, nigga you can keep that
Share my life on Telefone, I’m 25 at 306, and 809 became my home
Gave you a taste of my redemption and now I want my drink back
Somebody hold me like I’m almost enough
Somebody told me pray for heaven, saw how tiny it was
Little love from me, we can build this home alone
Alone
Forever with you, forever with you
I’m a home away from home and promise you’ll keep this secret
And promise you won’t forgive me to tell you that smells like peaches
He who leeches on love is a lame, chains and left her for London
Wireless festival reparable, so good when he wasn’t

[Intro: Choir & Tori Kelly]
Ooh
It’s so crazy to me
Ooh
How mistakes can be
Ooh
A blessing in disguise
Ooh
Lord, I’m so glad You’re making me
A masterpiece
Masterpiece (oh Lord)

[Verse 1: Tori Kelly & Kirk Franklin]
Hit me!
When you look at me
Do you see a work of art in the making?
Sketch of what I’ll be
I wonder what you see in me
Like what do you think?
When my life is not a melody in the morning
And I feel off key, yeah
Do you still believe in me?
Like a symphony, hey
You know how to make all things work together
Crazy how mistakes can be miracles in disguise

[Chorus: Tori Kelly]
That’s why tonight I pray
Don’t take your love away
Forever in your embrace
Without You I’m like a storm with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I’m incomplete
Just one request from me
God take my heart forever, it’s Yours
Make me Your masterpiece

[Verse 2: Tori Kelly]
When you look at me
Do I make you smile at what your creating?
Working patiently with me
‘Preciate that I am with Your time
‘Cause I want to be, aye
Be the stone that You turn in to Your treasure
Crazy how mistakes can be miracles in disguise

[Chorus: Tori Kelly & Choir]
That’s why tonight I pray
Don’t take your love away
Forever in your embrace
Without You I’m like a storm with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I’m incomplete
Just one request from me
God take my heart forever, it’s Yours
Make me Your masterpiece

[Post-Chorus]
Is what I want to be

[Chorus: Tori Kelly & Choir]
So I pray, don’t take Your love away
That’s why tonight I pray
Don’t take your love away
Forever in your embrace
Without You I’m like a storm with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I’m incomplete
Just one request from me
God take my heart forever, it’s Yours
Make me Your masterpiece

[Verse 3: Lecrae]
Uh, now you know that you’re a masterpiece
You probably feel like a catastrophe
You in the mirror everyday saying “ugh” like Master P
Ain’t really how it have to be
Now hold up (listen)
You acting totally different
You got a whole new position
You are the Ronnie Bobby Ricky whole New Edition
You think I’m kidding but hold up a minute
Don’t compare yourself with none of them
You one of one ain’t no synonym
A Master Artist take a mess and make a masterpiece
And look at you, you been a gem (facts)
Shinin’

[Outro]
God take my heart forever, it’s Yours
Make me Your masterpiece
Oh oh
Make me Your
Your masterpiece