Tay Butler - Cuban Linx lyrics

rate me

Feat. Haz Solo

(Verse: Tay Butler)

I grew up on Wu-Tang, AZ, reasonable Jay-Z

Named my son Nas, cause that ill manic raised me

Moms used to send me to the store for a pastry

I came back and watch Kank lean up ova Stacey

I'm tutored by the legends, now I'm in the bracket with the veterans

Goin' head to head in elections, utilize connections

Barz free Yann Louise like suicide injections

Few spinach hardens me, I'm losing my erection

Saw these pussies holdin' notes

Bow ties, leather skirts, man bags, overcoats

Used to get comatosed, now it's high fructosed

All you gotta do to be a boss is ride suco

Who cares? Made it back tho

Gone so much, I played it back tho

Done so much, almost forgot what I'm back fo'

Camoes, black thrones trappin' up that band-o

Black Rambo, came back from Iraq

Now servin' rap Van Gogh

Used to watch sand blow, now I will watch yolo's

Who divide red snappers with the lamp-o

Make me a-goin' hard like hands broke

Swear I got fans, bro

Held it down till I came out, like hands on

Shield let yo hands soak

Sawy while yo G embrace wisdom

Replace systems, custom made cotton with the rays tintless

(Verse: Haz Solo)

Aye, yo, Tay, they gotta pay respect

Yea, I rap, but I support like the baby's neck

Navy avarex fowls chop to the greatest death

Swing nasty as a razor neck

She got the point like I raised her neck

Then peep the grandure of the flow and say I may be next

Got the poison, fetch the quarter boy, match the mesh

Nostalgic like a Polaroid, remind you we're the best

We the catalyst, these rhymes are cataclysmic

Ashy hands brush the biscuit toe

I'm all about business, tho

Three M silkies are rockin' this fo' sure

Grab the fifth of Henney, gotta sip it slow

This shit is gold, real hittaz, we're the winners bro

We on the eight flo', spittin' nonsense

Ain't no coincidence we live on prospect

We livin' prospects

Cupid link, the sky set, callin' me the Black Dan Keif

The quiet's cut like the canabis leaf

Pull-ups with the plate of my knees

It takes time to shove iron inside of a Meg Ryan

Defiant, they say we did it with the first

So the second time around we exact toe they eyelids

Hm, throw pellage, no edit, you get beheaded

When my ten toes down, no credit, poor with etiquette

When you dealin' with us, I have you ridin' on the back of the bus

With no leverage