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Cuban Links

Deniro Farrar
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Thank you, Reese Yeah Yeah, uh Yeah, uh All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain Diamond rings and an old school Chevy on them things Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint Was out there head first like fuck what a nigga think All money ain't good reverberating my brain Wise words from my mama telling me I should change Sold my soul to the game, I'm no longer the same Medicating with the pussy help me deal with the pain Open wounds still hurt 'cause my tears got salt in it Played in the streets, never thought we'd get caught in it You danced in the party, me and my niggas fought in it Dying for respect, me and my niggas authentic Threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scrapping Bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trapping Niggas telling hoes they shop with me, they all capping Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped, it can all happen Police in the blitz, we gotta protect the quarterback Dropped the nine in the pot and I ain't get a quarter back Had to cut my nigga off, he was dipping in the pack Once I lose trust in a nigga, can never get it back, for real I done sold coke on these streets, man Hash, weed, heroin As long as niggas is feeling it, a nigga like me can hustle up All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain Diamond rings and an old school Chevy on them things Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint Was out there head first like fuck what a nigga think My youngin don't hesitate, he up it, he gon' spit with that Sell a brick, tell him where it's at, he gon' get it back Turn around and sold the same work right back to him Nigga said it's up now, guess word got back to him Think I give a fuck if we beefing because I'm vegan now? Caught him lacking, he still breathing, I guess we even now Granny say I'm heathen, I need to do some repenting Baby mama know my secrets, she be holding them against me That's why we can never be, but she can still get my kidney If ever in need of it, she carried my seed for me We lived off weed money when nobody supporting us Unexpected drop, the government done jammed the border up Streets full of H, niggas dying tryna snort it up Stacking up the profit that I make tryna hoard it up Feds in the city, move the trap and change the burners up Wait until the coast get clear, then I'ma run it up, yeah