Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuban Links , by - Deniro Farrar. Release date: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Cuban Links |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, uh |
| Yeah, uh |
| All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain |
| Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs |
| Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint |
| Was out there headfirst like, «Fuck what a nigga think» |
| All money ain’t good, reverberate in my brain |
| Wise words from my mama tellin' me I should change |
| Sold my soul to the game, I’m no longer the same |
| Medicatin' wit' 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 |
| Dyin' for respect, me and my niggas authentic |
| Threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scrappin' |
| Bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trappin' |
| Niggas tellin' hoes they shop wit' me, they all cappin' |
| Serve the wrong nigga and get bopped, it can all happen |
| Police send a 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 dippin' 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 feelin' it, a nigga like me can hustle it |
| Look |
| All I wanted was the money and the Cuban link chain |
| Diamond rings and a old school Chevy on them thangs |
| Fifteens beatin', wet candy paint |
| Was out there headfirst 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 go and get it back |
| Turned around and sold the same work right back to him |
| Nigga said it’s up, now I guess word got back to him |
| Think I give a fuck if we beefin' because I’m vegan now? |
| Caught him lacking, he still breathin', I guess we even now |
| Granny say I’m heathen, I need to do some repentin' |
| Baby mama know my secrets, she be holdin' 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 |
| Wasn’t nobody supportin' us |
| Unexpected drought, the government done jammed the boarder up |
| Streets full of H, niggas dyin' tryna snort it up |
| Stackin' 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 |