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letra de cuba - big coach the big homie

[intro: glori]

[intro: big homie]
mami say she wanna go to cubbaaaa
wanna see j-pan and i wanna drink sakkeeeeeee
new chick titties on wow
put all my emotions to the wayssiiiiiiidddeeee
i’m fine, got wine, hubris

estoy bien….

mami lets go! lets do thiiissssssss

[verse 1: big homie]
leg out the window of the corvette (yaaaawwwwwnnnnn)
took a few shots like a war vet (bruh!)
tired of getting treated like a doorstep (doorstep)
woke up in tahiti, i forgeeeeeet
chokin this beat like a corset (-choking-)
can’t believe a n-gga not on forbes yet (bruh how!?!?!)
got a certain vision like dorsett (run it back)
workin with precision like forceps
look
new chick titties on wow (oh wow!)
couple hittas wit me go pow (pew pew)
boutta make my mama so proud (so proud)
got cake cuz the rama sold out (sold out)
yeen know, don’t speak, no doubt (no doubt)
greedy hoes wanna eat from yo mouth (yo mouth)
bricks when you building yo house (yo house)
rainy season there was never no drought (no wayyyyyyy)
….. i mean what can i say?
got n-ggas in paris & some in taipei
creature by night, teacher by day
ready to die, send the reaper my way (im fine, im fine)
….. i’m lost in the waves
doin 180s i’ll stop at my grave
dont try to stop me i’m c-cky and brave!
real life is sloppy it’s copies & slaves
boo clones, new phone, who this? (who this?)
two tone, bluestone, you thick (you thick)
cute eyes, cute thighs, cute hips (cute hips)
do a trick, on the d-ck, do flips (do flips)
i’m fine, got wine, hubris (you lyin)
i’m lyin, i’m dyin, judas ( he dyin)
got a couple o’s….. brutus
mami let’s goooo, let’s do this
[hook: big homie]
mami said she wanna go to cuba
blowing up my line like a tuba
drip or drown, scuba
l!cks & pounds, buddha
after that we prolly hit aruba
jamaica n-gga say hallelujah
she wanna get lost, bermuda
see me, that’s boss maneuvers

[verse 2: big homie]
hand out the window that’s gang signs (ooo)
dreads down my back that’s hangtime (ooo)
you should follow me for the great viiibes
this is not a movie i don’t take 5
turn a n-gga beat into a gravesite (gravesite)
smoke a lil weed for the stage fright (stage fright)
i was so low, like i hate heights
put all my emotions to the waysiiiiiide
……. started in the lobby
i was always in my own world like bobby
ridin round, top down, cold b-tch shotty
now my old thoughts get lost, it’s foggy
……and now i’m all groggy
need a few to things get outta my body
wanna f-ck my wrist up, wanna be gaudy
wanna see j-pan & i wanna drink sake (and i wanna drink sake!)
….. i’m sick of the blues
i’m healing a bruise and i’m pickin on you
i can get better and show you some views
writing you letters like you was my muse
…… let’s go on a cruise
let’s go in our bags & let’s f-ck with the crew
let’s eat too much food & let’s run up the dues
it’s nothin on you, i got nothin to do…
[hook: big homie]
mami said she wanna go to cuba
blowing up my line like a tuba
drip or drown, scuba
l!cks & pounds, buddha
after that we prolly hit aruba
jamaica n-gga say hallelujah
she wanna get lost, bermuda
see me, that’s boss maneuvers

[outro: glori]

- big coach the big homie

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