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chubby jag - b n banger lyrics

(hook)
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hussle
trapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch you beat ,you fiend it
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang,bang

(verse 1)
my gun ain’t wanna sick me
i’m turned i want one like a kick stand
rich man couple diamonds in the rich bang
catch you on the stoll i don’t shoot until the click jam
shawty blow out the n-gg- body like a stick man
the pan blow make them drown slow like quick sand
i ride rough like drag on n-gg-rs ye i smash on n-gg-rs
pour gas on n-gg-rs, then i blast on n-gg-rs
you don’t got it then i’m taking his
used to hussle with the knicks on jason kid
fifteen for sixteen that sixteen
double that i’m grown now told you i get clean
you dig me, dirty n-gg- but my keith clean
hussle hard i’m nice with the price but my strip mean
blast it homes, cl-ssic foes
n-gg-s clap until the casket close

(verse 2)
i’m back out riding
gun to your head but at the senat like bono
shotgun with the shotgun see for climbing
i pop up on n-gg-rs let it off
pull up sharp on n-gg-rs and fetch it
stay in the cut on n-gg-rs, i’m in a whole ‘nother section
i could look in the mirror in my reflection moves like a ception
short and we gentleman what more can i say
got the picture in the cut like dorey and gray
i’ma shoot it like allan quatermain
i give you morning pain, first page in the hard n-gg- hall of fame
durein the rock on the beat,
ask me how it goes, i make it pop on the beat
probably in the spot for a week
one eye open with the glock when i sleep

(verse 3)
i’m like the thang glam they call me the reign man
i’m out of bullets get ’em hung n-gg- hangman
you get me hang it up, his problems are flame it up
bang it up, snap back, long teeth bang it up
chubby, my block pitching ye i got pitching
i’m in the cooking i f-ck with b-tches that got kitchen
if i can’t find jordan than i ride pimpin’
i leave ’em bl–dy and skin red like rob griffin ,home real stick
the shotty blast you gon’ see the body bags
men in black no will smith ,real sh-t
used to grind and we still grind,
beefing with the grill time, full metal steel time
n-gg-s getting stole on, tryna steal mine
c-ck back , pill mine tape ’em up real time
chubby , the mask on and berretta’s b-ss
sound clear homie around here we gonna let it bang

(hook) x2
i put the b in banger
used to getting money
n-gg- no i’m no stranger to the hussle
trapped up like the raider from the tomb
boss of my platoon
i do sh-t you boys never do
i’m known in the streets as a n-gg- that done did it
don’t move an inch you beat ,you fiend it
trust me you can get it, ye n-gg- you can get it
pull the hammer back and watch the motherf-cker bang,bang

- chubby jag lyrics

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