Текст песни Cuban Smoke - Shimmy Choo
You
know,
I
was
out
in
Cuba
right
now
thinkin′
bout
life
How
bless
I
am
Time
to
go
get
to
that
money
Time
to
go
get
to
the
paper
Time
to
go
get
to
the
mulah
I'm
busy
cutting
my
fingers
I′m
busy
counting
up
these
banks
rolls
I'm
sick
of
fucking
all
these
dog
hoes
I'm
getting
tired
of
niggas
playing
me
That′s
why
I
don′t
worry
about
a
soul
Ay
If
they
talking
about
war
Those
are
my
intentions
If
it
gotta
be
on
me
Tell
em
leave
a
message
I
don't
need
nobody
botherin′
I
don't
want
distractions
Tell
them
niggas
I
don′t
wanna
link
Like
we
poor
connection
Started
recording
out
the
country
Every
time
we
landed
All
my
trips
wasn't
vacation
I
was
still
trappin′
Not
trapping
like
I'm
selling
drugs
But
I'm
still
rapping
Cuban
cigars
let
it
burn,
All-white
magic
Always
on
the
road,
Phwesh
hit
my
phone,
Check
the
message
When
you
board
the
plane,
put
your
headphones
on,
write
a
single
Take
a
listen
even
if
you
go
away
For
a
couple
days
write
ya
visions
All
your
moments
yea
we
wanna
know
it
All
my
problems
yea
I
had
to
own
it
Had
to
get
away,
had
to
go
to
Cuba
for
a
couple
days
with
the
homies
Pent
house
views,
show
how
we
move
Girls
taking
pictures
cause
they
up
there
I
can′t
lose,
I′m
no
fool
When
they
started
asking
what's
the
cost
here
We
don′t
talk
bout
that
get
into
that
That's
only
for
me
and
the
bank
If
they
talking
about
war
Those
are
my
intentions
If
it
gotta
be
on
me
Tell
em
leave
a
message
I
don′t
need
nobody
botherin'
I
don′t
want
distractions
Tell
them
niggas
I
don't
wanna
link
Like
we
poor
connection
I
don't
wanna
link
with
nobody
I
just
wanna
bitch
sitting
shotty
Ooh
Legs
up
sitting
right
beside
me
Telling
me
to
touch
her
body
Ooh
She
like
that
Make
me
wanna
wife
that,
Let
it
fly
Ima
kite
that,
Bring
it
back
And
rewind
that,
Wit
yo
fine
ass
She
gon
Climb
on
me,
She
gon
ride
for
me
cause
a
nigga
real
Never
trust
a
phony′s
only
love
my
homies
Only
rock
with
trill
She
gon
Climb
on
me
She
gon
ride
for
me
cause
a
nigga
real
Never
trust
a
phony′s
only
love
my
homies
Only
rock
with
trill
If
they
talking
about
war
Those
are
my
intentions
If
it
gotta
be
on
me
Tell
em
leave
a
message
I
don't
need
nobody
botherin′
I
don't
want
distractions
Tell
them
niggas
I
don′t
wanna
link
Like
we
poor
connection
Time
to
go
get
to
that
money
Time
to
go
get
to
the
paper
Time
to
go
get
to
the
mulah
I'm
busy
cutting
my
fingers
I′m
busy
counting
up
these
banks
rolls
I'm
sick
of
fucking
all
these
dog
hoes
I'm
getting
tired
of
niggas
playing
me
That′s
why
I
don′t
worry
about
a
soul
Ay
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