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letra de cuban links - deniro farrar

[intro]
thank you, reese
yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

[chorus]
all i wanted was the money and a cuban link chain
diamond rings and a old school chevy on them thangs
15’s beat, wet candy paint
was out here headfirst like, “f-ck what a n-gga think”

[verse 1]
all money ain’t good reverberate in my brain
wise words from my momma tellin’ me i should change
sold my soul to the game, i’m no longer the same
medicating wit’ the p-ssy 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 got caught in it
you danced in the party, me and my n-ggas fought in it
dying ’bout respect, me and my n-ggas’ authentic
threw our hood up, they stole off, we was all scr-pping
bruh got a plug on the work, we was all trapping
n-ggas tell hoes shop wit’ me, they all capping
serve the wrong n-gga and get bopped, it can all happen
police send a blitz, we gotta protect the quarterback
dropped a 9 in the pot, ain’t get a quarter back
had to cut my n-gga off he started dipping in the pack
once i lose trust in you you can never get it back, for real

[interlude]
i sold coke on these streets, cash, weed, heroin
[?] n-gga, like rico hustle
yeah

[chorus]
all i wanted was the money and a cuban link chain
diamond rings and a old school chevy on them thangs
15’s beat, wet candy paint
was out here headfirst like, “f-ck what a n-gga think”

[verse 2]
my youngin’ don’t hesitate, he up it, he gon’ spit with that
sell a brick. tell him where it’s at, he gone get it back
turn around and sold the same work right back to ’em
n-gga said it’s up, now guess word got back to ’em
think i give a f-ck if we beefing because i’m vegan now?
caught ’em lacking, he still breathing i guess we even now
granny say i’m a heathen, i need to do some repenting
baby momma 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 living off weed money
wasn’t n0body supporting us
unexpected drought, the government done jammed the boarder up
streets full of h n-ggas dying tryna snort it up
stacking up the profit that i make, tryna to h–rd 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

- deniro farrar

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