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lirik lagu 90 miles and swimming – cuban link

yo 90 miles and swimming
searching for freedom dollar bills and women
gotta fulfill my vision, don’t know how it feels to give in
i’ve been in it to win it, ever since i came in this game
my name ring bells like the church of latter*day saints
chasing my dream, got no time to waste, i’m making up schemes
f*ck the fame, i’d rather be laying back tasting the cream, na mean
laser beams on my m16s, me and my team
we be taking things to the extremes
screaming buyaka, don’t let the pretty face fool ya
stick a platе through ya, act like i never knеw ya
cuba, been a trooper, since the school yard
don’t go too far you might lose ya future
too shots to the back of your medulla, with the ruger
switch ya crew up, what ya gonna do huh
word is bond, if ya ready to set it, lets get it on
when it rains heavy and i’m a deadly storm
every morn, i wanna wake up with the trey 8 in my palm
if you want, we can bust slugs from dusk till dawn
when it’s on, i drop bombs like saddam hussein
i’m on fire, so hot i’m spitting out blue flames
new game, training mortal kombat like liu kang
through rain sleet and snow i bring the pain
who’s playing, i do things, doc holliday style
take a shot of vodka, c*ck the revolver blauuu
and blow your brains out, wild out
don’t let your mouth be talking too loud, you’re too proud
how about if i make a coffin your new house, you proud
like you a k!ller huh, but still you ain’t real enough
i got gorillas who put banana clips on their derringers
real n*ggas with itchy fingers, that don’t really give a f*ck
stick up thugs, that don’t have a problem with spilling blood
n*gga what, i hit ’em up like pac, l!ck a shot
that light your ass up right in front of your block
i’m on it like what, if you want it lets rock
we can get it on, in front of the cops, your mom and your pops
pick a spot, we can lock up with the glocks and just box
toe to toe, blow for blow, knock you out with one shot
i can’t stop, won’t stop, until my clip is empty
don’t tempt me, i’ll do a drive by in a bentley
represent like joe, i’m the one, jealous ones envy
never sleep, i’m from the streets, where sheist n*ggas act friendly
go against me, my mac*10, turns beef to minced meat
f*ck 6, you’ll be 10 feet, sleeping with clinched cheeks
up sh*ts creek, i’m quick to bring heat like summer
open the pump up and wet everyone including your mother
oh what a bummer, we can gun it out until the sun come up
you get dummer, get dummer, wanna make sure you get the front cover
run up on your punk brother, pump him full of dum dums
stuff him in the trunk, then dump him in the bronx harbor
i’m like the father of the villes, hitting harder then your father
son, i’m after that mil, pass me the steal
sh*t is real, been a villain, ever since the beginning
swinging to win, like if it’s the last inning, 90 miles and swimming

- cuban link

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