Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuban Links, artist - Rod Wave. Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cuban Links |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that’s probably Tago |
| Pipe that shit up, TnT |
| Tre made this beat |
| Let’s talk 'bout hard times, real bottom boy survivor |
| Way before the jewelry, the groupie hoes, and designer |
| Back when I was tryna find a way for all my partners |
| Rema hit the window, popped the door for me and Lijah |
| 'Member wakin' up with no destination |
| But I had some dedication, couldn’t use my education |
| 'Cause no nine dollars could help me face what I was facing |
| My light bill due, envelope blue, that mean you behind on payments |
| Rap slowed down and I was low on cash |
| Fresh out of high school, kicked out the house for living fast |
| Went and got a spot, then got a job, 'cause pops was on my ass |
| Then that’s when pops had went to jail so it didn’t last |
| Hit the block with Brock 'cause I was tryna pay my bills |
| Like fuck a rap career, let’s touch these streets and make a mil' |
| Fast forward, like Rod Wave, tell me how you feel |
| When I think about my past, that shit give me chills, uh |
| Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray |
| Because He finally made a way |
| I been runnin' up that paper, mama |
| And before I let 'em come and take it, mama |
| I’ma die in these Cuban links |
| I’m gon' die in these Cuban links (Bangers again) |
| Die in these Cuban links (Right now today, let’s go) |
| Die in these Cuban links (Yes, Lord) |
| All my life it been a struggle |
| You on and fall off, you find out who really love you |
| Playin' in the storm drain, came out the gutter |
| Good relationships, I admit I had a couple |
| Making love to the money, me and bae lil' couple |
| Yola cooked down to the oil in it, don’t switch around |
| I need everything when it lock in the pot, yeah |
| Grab it off the top, let it dry, work the clock, yeah |
| Finally up in rank, movin' blocks, holdin' sham, yeah |
| Havin' my lil' way, ghetto pussy used to act funny |
| Now I’m hittin' her hard from the back, she throw it back for me |
| And when I went to jail, shawty left, turned her back on me |
| Flexin' on they ass, pants sag with them racks on 'em |
| Wake up in the morning, hit my knees, and I pray |
| Because He finally made a way |
| I been runnin' up that paper, mama |
| And before I let 'em come and take it, mama |
| I’ma die in these Cuban links |
| I’m gon' die in these Cuban links |
| Die in these Cuban links |
| Die in these Cuban links |