Legend Wingate - Cuban Links

We don't play it's a New York thing
Fitted on, with an all grey brim
Whole world right under my timbs
Talkin crazy leave you with no limbs
We pull up icy with the Cuban links
Bottle bitches love to pour out drinks
Married the game with a diamond ring
Dark shades on with an all white mink

My niggas we roll deep
We in them lanes like we Tory, up 24 like we kobe, throwing out 20s Ginobli,
Deity flowing that holy, now the world wanna know me
From going viral on iG, to all them knowing my story
These bitches who dub me, they on my dick like a trojan
They call it moby, want doggy, said kill they backs til it's broken
Them bitches busting it open, lovin a nigga who flossin
I be pippin her down, she leaking out her faucet
We got them Cuban links shinning, wanted a mink since a youngin
I'm out here like yeezy always see that mean muggin
I pop out I shine out, man it really ain't nothing
Faithful to the hustle, I'll never stop being hungry

My niggas we light up, got them backwoods in bundles
Them bitches we run thru, all runnin Out Of they jumpsuits
Droppin hearts like a fumble, roll with em B's like a bumble
Don't think no one can touch you, we out here, knock ya bun loose
Paparazzi be on me, on instagram they be watching
Know some niggas be plotting, but I be on my Bobby
I'm at the top on my kami, they tryna reach me they climbing
Tryna be all beside me, who killin this shit beside me
Deity done but I'm still feeling godly, looking up to me they all on my body
I ran thru life alone cause who really got me, hater blockers on while i sit here at Lock-In

Written by:
Eugenio Morell

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