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chubby jag – poor decisions lyrics

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i got a feeling that a n-gg-r bought a blow out homey
midst of night find myself letting n-gg-rs gas me
currently i’m hustling again and n-gg-r missed the life
always had my eye up on the cake i never missed the slice
member i ain’t had no grade to travel i just missed the flight
no part to p-ss in i couldn’t even hitch a hike
henley doing worthless grinding imperfect rhyming
my n-gg-rs think it’s doing long i think it’s perfect timing
we doing blunts on the roof sun is really shining
tell’em meet me on the moon n-gg-r feel is…
i got my own cash problems in a cold blast
i ain’t had to come up on the n-gg-rs this my own blast
really life a b-tch cause a n-gg-r snitch you get your own cl-ss
snitches up in jail just for telling on their own -ss
i just fell in love with weed swear it got me bonded
i’m on my old central sh-t home bobby johnson
never though of seeing cops straight chasing n-gg-rs
never though the straight laser straight laser n-gg-r
you shot all my n-gg-r shot town f-cking bentleys
i won’t ever ask for much she a f-cking witness
i don’t ask i just do it, n-gg-r f-ck forgiveness
you straight up but n-gg-r way up above my f-cking fitness
chubby my shorty told me that she miss a n-gg-r
yeah that p-ssy wanna kiss her n-gg-r
d-mn remember b-tches with this missing n-gg-r
and now i’m seeing fighting b-tches just to get to n-gg-rs
yeah you never nervous n-gg-r often calm
i know they see me n-gg-r peeping i ain’t talking time
i ain’t have a pops at least i get to talk to moms
homey when i grow up imma blow up on the boston bomb
n-gg-rs quick to sell their soul cause it’s still a deal
wild cat balling out i feel like i wheel the thrill
you like a lesbian happy that you busting
and you feel like it’s nothing till it’s good and you feel the real
fake n-gg-rs perpetrating make it sound hood
real n-gg-rs put it out because it sound good
chubby don’t give a f-cking that’s what made me different
you cast chris paul than that must make me griffin
i spit it real i have the phonies feeling phony
only got a couple homies now cause homies killing homies
just want the people to see now don’t forget how to see now
n-gg-rs rapping my job so they feel me you pay my job now
my homey got shot from a b that n-gg-r free now
smoking through the pipe by the gl-ss it’s like a rebound
chubby!



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