Cuban Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

Woah

Yeah

Iced out cuban my link

She send me pics but she know we can't link

I hear the beat, and I murder the thing

I think that's why he stopped sending me things

Cuban my wrist, but my bitch Argentinean

I make a hit, now my verse cost a million

Never thought that I would make it like this

I used to be into fashion and shit

Never thought that I would be rapping and shit

Yeah

I guess it happened

Iced out cuban link apart of my fashion

Like baby what's happening?

I put my wrist on top of the bitch when I'm fucking her ribs and I'm fucking her good

She know she could, if she wanted to leave me

Cuban my link, and my whip is a ghini'

(Yeah)

Yeah

(Yeah)

Yeah

Yeah

Iced out cuban my link, she send me pics but she know we can't link

I hear the beat and I murder the thing

I think that's why he stopped sending me things

Cuban my wrist, but my bitch Argentinean

I made a hit, now my verse cost a million

Never thought that I would make it like this

I used to be into fashion and shit

Never thought that I would be rapping and shit

Yeah

I guess it happened (Yeah)

Five white bitches and they looking like casper, like baby what happened?

(Yeah)

I get the pics of the bricks, and I send them to bitches just to make sure that they get 'em

Touchdown, six

But, I'm in Zone eight

I don't even gotta say it

We don't flex no rental

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Iced out cuban my link, she send me pics but she knew we can't link

I hear the beat and I murder the thing

I think that's why he stopped sending me things

Cuban my wrist, but my bitch Argentinean

I made a hit, now my verse cost a million

I never thought that I would make it like this

I used to be into fashion and shit

Never thought that I would be rapping and shit

I guess it happened (What it do)

(What it do)

I guess it happened (Yeah)

I guess it happened (Yeah)

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