Unbothered – Cuban Doll Testo della canzone

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Il Testo della della canzone Di: Unbothered – Cuban Doll

(You hoes not even really unbothered...)

Flex on these broke hoes like I'm supposed to, this that Cuban
I got some new money, 'bout the donate some to Houston
We never spoke hoe, you a broke hoe, what you doin'?
I need some more money in the tour bus when I'm movin'
I don't be worried about bitches, I don't be worried about hoes
I need more checks to cash, I need more stacks for clothes
Bitches be hatin' the glow, that's why I don't fuck with these hoes
I want to go to the bank and stack up my money some more

Whoa, whoa, broke bitches never prosper, no bums on the roster
Smoke good like a Rasta, baby girl unbothered
Stay tuned for the slaughter, water wrist, that's aqua
Got the sauce like tarter, tell these bitches come harder
Every dope boy want a Cuban, oh now they fuck with the music?
Soon as they notice the glow, they want to fuck with the movement
I had to get on my grind, tell them hoes I'ma do it
I don't care how a bitch feel, I'm about to make her feel stupid

Unbothered and you still broke and your son's father
Got no job and them old problems and the plug still give your mans nada (no work)
Niggas can't bother, they make me flex on the 'Gram harder
Bitch, I'ma look at the cam harder, raise on you hoes like your damn father
You should look up to me, the gangsters and hustlers, killers, they fuck with me
You in that fake shit, I'm in designer, these stores they fuck with me
I'm not with that fake shit, so beat it lil bitch, you know you can't fuck with me
I'm not with that fake shit, so beat it lil bitch, you know you can't fuck with me

Whoa, whoa, broke bitches never prosper, no bums on the roster
Smoke good like a Rasta, baby girl unbothered
Stay tuned for the slaughter, water wrist, that's aqua
Got the sauce like tarter, tell these bitches come harder
Every dope boy want a Cuban, oh now they fuck with the music?
Soon as they notice the glow, they want to fuck with the movement
I had to get on my grind, tell them hoes I'ma do it
I don't care how a bitch feel, I'm about to make her feel stupid

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