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marty mclout - cubano lyrics

[intro]
(yuh, aye aye aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye, aye)
(ayo it’s blueboiii on the track, you know this sh+t goes hard)
(yuh, yuh)
(marty mclout)
(yuh, yuh, yuh)

[chorus]
i only smoke cubano, yeah
that’s the hardest sh+t that i know, yeah
no, i don’t need no tobacco, yeah
slice you up like yoshimitsu, yeah
b+tch, f+ck a ho
i’m good alone, yeah
f+ck a label
imma do it solo, yeah
you heard sh+t like this?
i don’t think so. yeah
why you hunched over?
quasimodo
like quasimodo

[verse 1]
yuh, yuh
trust me, you don’t wanna fight
(knock you the f+ck out!)
catch me outside, it’s eleven at night, bruh
devil may cry
i swear i can see the fear in your eyes
b+tch do not lie
(don’t f+ckin’ lie to me!)
yo’ ho never been with a n+gga this fly
every time you f+ck her, yeah, that sh+t’s dry
yeah, yeah
switchin’ it
your playlist was wack
now i’m twisting it up (that sh+t was trash!)
codeine and sprite, yeah, i’m mixin’ it, yeah
if you ain’t here then you missin’ it
yuh, yuh, yuh
you missin’ it
if you ain’t here then you missin’ it (b+tch!)
[bridge]
(marty mclout)
(ayo it’s blueboiii on the track, you know this sh+t goes hard)
(what?)

[verse 2]
yeah i’m back in this b+tch
yeah i started it so i gotta finish it
you know i only need cubano
don’t pass me no mother f+cking cigarette
(that sh+t’s disgusting!)
feel like i ran past the finish line
and i know you wasn’t expecting it
now you gotta admit that it
that it caught you off+guard
go ‘head act like you wasn’t feelin’ it (b+tch!)
you know i made it, with no regard of how you feelin’ me
so go ahead, yeah go ahead

(yeah go ahead, yeah go ahead, yeah go ahead, yeah go ahead)
(marty mclout)
(pepare for launch in 3, 2 ,1)

yeah, go ‘head and talk that sh+t
go ‘head and talk that sh+t b+tch
better shut up before i empty my rifle clip (blaow!)
swear i’m not a force to be f+cked with
shoot up your head like i’m in the army
good luck trynna stop me (do it!)
good luck sayin’ i’m a copy
if you gon’ critique me at least make it make sense
like this sh+t don’t make no sense
jus’ texted yo’ b+tch and she said
she thinkin’ ’bout layin’ in my bed
she thinkin’ ’bout layin’ in my bed
she thinkin’ ’bout layin’ in my bed
jus’ texted yo’ b+tch and she said
[chorus]
i only smoke cubano, yeah
that’s the hardest sh+t that i know, yeah
no, i don’t need no tobacco, yeah
slice you up like yoshimitsu, yeah
i only smoke cubano, yeah
that’s the hardest sh+t that i know, yeah
no, i don’t need no tobacco, yeah
slice you up like yoshimitsu
(yeah, yeah)

- marty mclout lyrics

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