Lyrics:
on me, niggas outta luck
Your bitch lookin' at me, real star-struck
Young nigga in the cut, you stuck
(Uh)
Throw it up, what's up, pour it up
Baggin cubans
I'm riding that new school
Your shit outdated
Talking bout 40, I spent that shit on my baby
Cuban link er'thang, Cuban link er'thang
Cuban link
dogs on cop scanners
Cat's wanna come to my clique, borrowin beats
But the Clipse got all this on lock
Swallow the key we plane hoppin
Meanwhile y'all
car chasin, she's watchin all the stars in space
Safe and sound in my playground with my tre pound
Got eighty rounds just in case clowns want
cuban cigars
We both rap but we're very different
All these other niggas all sound the same
They not creative when it comes to game
I asked God why he
my Cuban Puerto Ricans all up in the place
Gonna smash you in the face with tapes check it out
Call me imperial beat slayer
All prayers try to be
Papa told me
Never give up
Chasing big dreams
Cross me you get beat up
Mama told me
Who gon stop me?
Making big money cuban links on me
Making it
No i dont feel pain
But all my ice rain
Rock a cuban link chain
Put feelings on freeze frame
No i dont feel pain
But all of my ice rain
Rock a cuban
down broke, I was down bad
I had to get it, I knew what I had
I gotta run up these bands, for all of my fans, and fuck all the tags
VVS drippin', Cuban
now we rollin', boys
And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin'
always told you so, it's to da beat y'all
And it don't stop, a to da beat y'all
And it won't quit, a to da beat y'all
And it don't stop, a to da beat
a Nascar it go vroom, vroom
Then skrr, skrr before I blast off
She go up and down like NASA
Bike life on your bitch nigga
Pop a wheelie all in that pussy she
movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
Fight for life
Fight for life
Fight for life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get this money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in
On a beat I'm super saiyan
Yea, Cuban link, micro-braids
Diamonds crushed, white cocaine
Dolces on, I don't change
Super charger, that's a range
Buss it down,
movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
(Ayy, Slick, turn that beat up)
(Gangsta)
Drip on a bitch, yeah (yeah)
Lambo' do tricks, yeah (yeah)
Cubans on my neck, yeah (what's up)
Yeah dawg! (Yeah dawg!)
Know we get gyal wid ease (Gyal wid ease)
To we (To we)
Is like every gyal weak
Ha ha!
Cubans 'round ma neck (Yeah yeah)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees)
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah)
Yeah, my necklace
Money like mark cuban
Genius like rick rubin
Now I'm a star
Boy I ain't losing
Now im a star
Girl keep moving
Money or your heart
I stay choosing
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
to the Rhumba beat
It's the Rhumba Boogie let's dance it a while
To the boogie woogie done the Rhumba Cuban all style
to the Rhumba beat
It's the Rhumba Boogie let's dance it a while
To the boogie woogie done the Rhumba Cuban all style
to the Rhumba beat
It's the Rhumba Boogie let's dance it a while
To the boogie woogie done the Rhumba Cuban all style
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