Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

[Verse 1: Bobby Brackins]
Baddest OB’s I’ma need that
One that sips hen and asks where the tree’s at
Talk to your girlfriends give’em all feed back
Suckers fall in love I can stay detached
Baby I’m on, love my last song
Heard you fucked Nic and Marc to that song
I’ma killa "Hey Ma" Cam’ron
Real nigga fuck you with my pants on

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
I’ve been thinking about you lately
And thinking about your homegirl lately
And I’m about to pop off no safety
I’m thinking about the dome that you gave me
And I heard its a little birdie around town
So i’ll take you home, get the dome, you go down
You like us, I know now
Make us bust like 4 pounds

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

[Video Intro: Ameer Vann & Robert Ontenient]
I could be here all day. You’re gonna tell me what I need to know. You’re gonna tell me. Are you gonna tell me? Come on, spit it out…
Me Ilamo Roberto y este es el camino al éxito.

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
My daddy taught me how to sell dope, turn grams into elbows
Light it up when the L rolled, black man used to kick doors
Wadn’t no bullets in the guns though, niggas still never argue
Raid the house like the task force, me and my niggas like drug dogs
Find the dope and we take off, fuck my girl with my chain on
Bitch, you tatted my name on it, Yellowstone I was raised on it
Actavis in my baby bottle, baby stroller was an Impala
Niggas like to talk down on me, when I see ’em I don’t hear about it

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Never would’ve have met my friends if not for satellites
Yeah I’ll cuff her even if she do not suck me right
Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life
Luckily professor failed me at the proper time
Chh-chh, chh, I say please all the time, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, I like white collar crime, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, money digital broke and
Chh-chh, chh, Ghana prince in your messages

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
My daddy hate me for leavin’ then lets go crazy together
When I tell ya all the things that I’m thinking so that we could get better
But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher
I don’t got insurance for this pressure
Wanna find the benefits, I can’t measure
Try not to run out on my temper
I can see the ash and the ember
That was made from emotional texture
I don’t know why I took this endeavor
Non-identified with our presence
Non-identified we’ll surrender
All of my old friends fair-weather
Gotta treat my heart like a treasure, ’cause all I know is no one else will

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 4: Joba]
You do not know me
Don’t speak of my homies
You are a phony
Quit pinning shit on me
You gon’ bring out the old me
You don’t wanna know what I wanna do when y’all talk down on my name
I don’t wanna see you in the street ’cause I might catch a case
People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!)
Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!)
Running to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!)
I’m running to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
Down

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short and I hit the moon
I’m more G than Voorhees before he had the pumpkin face
Mac 11 thumpin’, chase bitches never dump them, make ’em get out
Control their minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
‘Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son’s grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips eyes grilling you while you’re licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I’m defacin’ you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I’m what’chu call them Detroit problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst floor
Took the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I’m the first floor

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 2: Conway]
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don’t ruffle a nigga’s feathers
Tell them sucka niggas I said, "Fuck them niggas," whatever
You niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me nigga, never
You can line them niggas up, put a bunch of niggas together
Yeah, extended clip in the pot
The kinda shit that I’m on is reminiscing the pot
Grippin’ the Glock, bandana on, look at the cops
Pickin’ this watch, got the hammer drawn, lift from the top
Nigga you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, I can tell
I can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, I can smell
This for niggas behind the wall to keep the ratchet in they cell
Better stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail, yeah
My automatic full of shells, they try to take me out before
But I had to just prevail
I know the goons, the little savages as well
I know the plug, make the call and get a package in the mail
It’s passionate that I’m rapping with these rap niggas for real
Street nigga, but I’m rappin’ like I graduated Yale
I ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
‘Cause if I ain’t the illest rapper, then actually I failed
Look, you must got it confused
Come at me sideways, and get you yo’ spot on the news
You gotta be fooled, shawty get yous, goons body you smooth
Put you in a funeral home, body get views

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse]
Season greetings heard its snowing in hell
It’s some friends rooting for me really hoping I fail
Ah, well here I go again
Take a picture, show a friend
Even when I fall I’m right back up just like a bowling pin
Words can’t harm me I got alligator skin
You lil’ monkeys vs an alligator, alligator wins
Food for thought, have a bite, I been fighting all my life
I just go for what I want without ever thinking twice
Second guessing so unhealthy, if you off a millisecond
It’s a race against time and you dead if you in second
No, I ain’t make the rules and the rules I don’t abide by
Partners changing colors on a nigga like its tie dye
Focus on the mission staring on the prize wide-eye
Up close and personal I don’t believe in drive-by
Money make these bitches leg spread like a Wi-Fi
Come here messy bih let me stroke it like it 994
Tiger in this bih
I got money old enough to have off writers in this bih
All this balling maybe I deserve a title in this bih
Kill the game have them coming holding lighters in this bih
Who are you? Please don’t answer that, I don’t really care
I’m just making conversation I felt tension in the air
Now I’m planning in the era where honesty is rare
But, leave it up to I, I’m gon’ bring it back in style
Food for thought, have a bite, thought I heard your stomach growl
I’ve been fighting all my life ain’t no throwing in the towel
Oh it’s me against the world bet I’m never backing down
Anytime, any place I be waiting in the lounge
From the school of hardknock but instead of cap and gown
We get bulletproof vests and a couple hundred round
No diplomas or certificates just bags of dirty dividends
Now we tryna clean it up buy a couple businesses
Promised momma this was it, promised I would get legit
Now I got a son and my baby momma with the shit
Back to the scale I go
Tried the honest living but the check was pretty low
Broken record here we go, back through life’s revolving door
Most my niggas got no talent if it ain’t involving dope
Goddamn, guess we trapped in the trap
Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?
Godspeed!

Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?