Havana lyrics – Dave East

Uh, uh, uh (High-High Honors)

All black, I’m Bruce Wayne, looking for Alfred (All black)
Custom kicks like Liu Kang, check out this outfit (Wah)
Couple chicks down, Blue Flame, plug on some south shit (ATL)
Head & Shoulders, brain, expose it, don’t get your scalp hit
Back down by the 95 South when the drought hit (We out)

Rats, I spot ’em, don’t come around me, we not friends (Get away)
Racks, I got ’em, emotionless, bitch, I’m toxic (Count it)
Jacks on Western, no breakfast, my loafs are chopped shit (Dirt gang)
Hopscotch, jump in the square, run it, the clock tick (Run it)
Took some powder, Dwayne Johnson, made it that rock shit (Rock it up)

Debatin’ with a blogger, not never, I made the cop’s list (Not never)
Memories’ll be all that’s left of you after shots hit (Boom)
Started movin’ nicks, Jalen Brunson, you came with nothin’ (Nothin’)
Got it from the court like I’m crunchin’, but still, I’m clutchin’ (Ah)
The repercussions be a concussion, on mama cousin (Fuck)
Screamin’ up to the Lord while they touched him, end of discussion (Listen)

Uh, stamp on the package said, “Havana, Cuba” (Cuba)
Speedboats down in Miami like I’m Sal Magluta (Ah)
Everywhere I look, it’s smoke, I’m like, “Who grabbed the hookah?”
If I make it up to heaven, I’ma ask for shooter (‘Ooter)
I’ma ask for Mama Lola, point me to her section (Mama)
Niggas been pussy all they life and found some new aggression (Brand-new, nigga)
Older women put me on, I learned some cougar lessons (Rrah)
Wasn’t familiar with my life, I gotta Google check him

All black like Wesley Snipes, shinin’ like Lexus lights (Shinin’)
Back in ’97, but movin’ slow as a Texas night (Slow)
Nothin’ right, checkin’ my mirrors, covered by spirits (Move that)
Can’t feel ’em in the physical form, but shit, I can feel him (Uh)
Foreign steerin’, pop Aces, you pourin’ beer in (Skrrt)

Court for hearings, bust a nut when she saw the ceilings (Uh)
We adapt wherever we at, we all chameleons (Wherever)
Don’t take rap to heart ’cause these niggas is all civilians (‘Villians)
Bike laners, in the spot with a bright stainless (Bright)
She treat your boy just like Lifesavers, I’m type famous (Uh)
You lookin’ at the art form, whatever my life painted (Art)
Taylor in the Maybach, Kobe got lights changin’, 600 shit

Uh, stamp on the package said, “Havana, Cuba” (Cuba)
Speedboats down in Miami like I’m Sal Magluta (Ah)
Everywhere I look, it’s smoke, I’m like, “Who grabbed the hookah?”
If I make it up to heaven, I’ma ask for shooter (‘Ooter)
I’ma ask for Mama Lola, point me to her section (Mama)
Niggas been pussy all they life and found some new aggression (Brand-new, nigga)
Older women put me on, I learned some cougar lessons (Rrah)
Wasn’t familiar with my life, I gotta Google check him (Google check him)