Lyrics:
on Wendy Williams in that cuban link
I dont mean to brag
Feds just indicted me slime
For getting that big bag
Knew the shit wasn't gone last
Now I'm trying
nicht mehr Prinz Williams braucht Papes
Alles schon okay solange uns der Calvados belebt
Und wir sorgen dafür dass die Bude bebt
Also ruf ich Ey
Gib uns
the jungle with this shit written on my arm
No cap, yeah (yeah)
I'm a franchise nigga, yeah (you like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game
problem, we can link (pull up we can link fam)
I got shooters like they coming off a screen
I say I'm bout to break the bank, they laugh like bro is you for
You my man like I said so all the best
You shoulda known we do shit differently than all of the rest
Can't afford to let a link be, loose in the chain
on a victrola - it is Enrico Caruso Tosca e Lucevan Le Stelle, Act III (link below to YouTube)
Attorney General, Philander Knox enters, he’s holding
gold Cuban Links, just reppin' my roots
Look, blood, sweat, and tears, just squeezin' my fruits
Look, top of my game, and what's up wit' you
Look,
No it was not for sale
(Patrice Barte-Williams Verse)
I'm your king
Soon link with your ring
Our two ring
Is boring without your skin
cnd my skin
down
Roli Plain Jane I know
Cuban link ist iced out
Puro Beach ich sehe purple Sky
Ne schwarze outline die Skyline
Ist So sick wir sind unterwegs
Und
out on the couch just like fuck it
Come here baby girl, let's talk
Gotta link up winter time in New York
I'm probably minked up
Maserati like John
dancing (Prince)
I call my jakes and then they get to handling (They get to)
Cold as fuck in my city I feel like a Santa man
Boy go Robin Williams I'ma be
man under the bus
Woulda bust my head more that concussed
So many links no cuffs
Try throwing it up try test my touch
I know ya tempted to touch
No
dem same way (real way)
Link still good even if mi no talk to mi brothers dem daily (say it again)
Link still good even if we kick off and mi mad at dem
bullets
See them rappers? They be duckin'
When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin'
On the sink, got my momma a mink
Think Common is the link
the kitchen, fuckin'
On the sink, got my mama a mink
Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lay there, them jeans is as slim as Shady
morning
Trying to get this money for my fucking bills (Yeah)
Goofy niggas out here name fucking William
They out here in the streets getting fucking killed
like a pilgrim
New Orleans nigga to the west, I feel like Tookie Williams
My young bull keep that power tool, in case he gotta drill sum
Pulled up, now
(M-M-M) Michael Williams
Renzel Ravioli (woo!)
(Hahaha) ugh (M-M-M)
This some country western shit right here (huh!)
(Yeah!) Like Quentin
Williams (that's right)
Bulletproof my SUV, it burn a lot of gas (woo)
Send black folk to your city just to drop a body bag (woo)
You talking but my
happened though we gotta be brothers
Katt Williams said "We good" and we better than that
But we get shot and nothing happens how we settle for that?
You
even smack childrens
Walk around like Katt Williams
Come for your head, uh, must've been off of your meds, uh
Lockin' them niggas with dreads
Fruity
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbors gossip all day behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they
Kozaka, Jakuba Kowalczyka
I pozostawmy to w rodzinie Renatę Świerczyńską i Przemka Józefczyka
O bardzo przepraszam to chyba mój
Obczajcie też link i
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