Cubana

[Intro: Areve]

Sometimes I felt like giving up

But then I caught myself waking up

All the thoughts need to let it go

And make out of them something more

Like a breath of fresh air

It's something we all share

We ballin' fresh and young stare



[Verse 1: Areve]

Gold grills and we're shooting rifles

Lotta bitches that will never get wifed up

Did not need a loan, did it on my own

Hope I made my momma proud she attend the show

Came from the streets, middle schools kids

We were dreaming 'bout the things we're doing now

Always wanted for someone just to say 'wow'

You got this, didn't expect it

Now the bullies wanna be friends

But they're coming for the money that's a weakness

Give me some give me some that makes me stressed

But it ain't worth to be upset

I'm feeling the power we do it like we wanna

A true Prima Donna we smoking hot like cubana



[Chorus: Kordas]

Ooh, we smoking hot like cubana, yeah yeah yeah

My brain is cooking like Havana-a, yeah yeah yeah

And we could do this thing for hours, but I gotta take off

And we could do this thing for hours, but I gotta take off



[Verse 2: Kordas]

Try to take me bro that shit is no use

I got the L size but all I wear is Ws

With them homies we about to start some shit

Pockets full I don't care if I commit some sins

A supermodel, call that a problem - she be poppin' bottles she suckin' and swallow

Talk about them rules I think there's none, we might die soon so time to kill some

So get your guns ready and take some shots

I be so fuckin' faded - can't tell the clock

When I run up in the game man I can't stop

I can do a backflip and still make the shot

(And it's a party in the west side, yeah yeah yeah)

(And it's a party in the west side)



[Chorus: Kordas]

Ooh, we smoking hot like cubana, yeah yeah yeah

My brain is cooking like Havana-a, yeah yeah yeah

And we could do this thing for hours, but I gotta take off

And we could do this thing for hours, but I gotta take off