Rod Wave - Cuban Links (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rod Wave - Cuban Links (en) Lyrics
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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 9 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
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 any more
Imma die in these Cuban links
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
(Bangers again)
Die in these Cuban links (Right
now today, le'go)
Die in these Cuban links
(Yes, Lord -Gates)
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 gutta
Good relationships, I
admit I had a couple
Makin 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, yeahh
Grab it off the top, let it
dry, work the clock, yeahh
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
And before I let 'em come
and take anymore,
I'm gon' die in these Cuban links
Die in these Cuban links
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