Cuban Linx

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Seafood Sam
Hood Vogue, rules follow us
Small player shit man I mean
Ain't no other way to go around it
Yeah, uh, look

[Verse 1]
I'm moving quick like propellers on a helicopter
Kicked her out the crib from being goofy off of hella vodka
Dreadhead nigga with an uzi like the movie shot us
Handcuff the booty of a hoochie mama
I was born in the Lido's with good karma
I'm so norf I should get a tattoo of [?]
You gotta learn how to play it smooth and conquer
He's a beast, he an animal
Short fuse, got me splittin niggas cantaloupes
I'm playing pick-up with the feelings like who want smoke
If you ain't really mean it what you speaking for
AR in thе [?]
The only nigga that can travel up a ski slope
Still doing donuts in thе speedboat
And it's off with his head once the king spoke

[Bridge]
Nigga, yeah
We gonna keep that going
I don't usually do no hooks in my songs
I let the beat play or some shit, like this
We gonna try to end it out
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Dress to impress though I never cared
Laidback like I'm genuine baby hairs
The place I've never been I'm trying to take it there
Hide-n-seek with a scope I ain't playing fair
Smooth glide when the skates on
Khaki creased I should probably work for State Farm
Cops behind me, life's grimy
I'm doing 190 high as hell singing all the Drake songs
I'm upset when the steak's gone
And any challenge I take on
Chinchilla coat like I'm Raekwon
Chef hat rockin with the apron on
I swear this her favourite song
(I swear this her favourite song)