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chubby jag - worst nightmare (meek mill diss) lyrics

[intro]
glide like clyde, ballin like the lakers, tupac back
the sh-t done got real disrespectful my n-gg-
time to get checked homes chubby larcity fam peta

[verse]
you say i’m trash better hold up meek
you ain’t know that i got sh-t sold up meek
my mask on i hold the heat then blast home you get rolled up meek
come to my hood you a fold up meek
f-ck around make a n-gg- blow up meek
put a hole in your body finna throw up meek
got the whole hood saying they tore up meek
the big homie said put the doe up meek
fake -ss buss better slow up meek
young -ss rap better grow up meek
the cash ain’t there imma show up meek
i don’t give a f-ck about your bread homes
we live for this you dead home
just got off that worldstar them gds on your head homes
i heard what you said homes
tell the truth that sh-t wack
instagram is a motherf-cker your babby mama that b-tch fat
i’m saying that b-tch chubby you say that b-tch stack
if you saying that b-tch bad she bald head and that b-tch black
kick back cuz one day you gon see me one day
that sh-t gon go one way g-unit on gunplay
all my n-gg-s straight creezy balling out like i ate wheaties
i cant give your state props cuz they put on this fake petey
all i know is family first make cash and my state need me
pay a cheep fee to young kiki and that’s real talk you get scapped easy
sh-t sound like you lost n-gg-
get robbed if you floss n-gg-
you work but you ain’t no boss n-gg-
yeah its f-ck you and your boss n-gg-
red donkey get off n-gg-
head shot get tossed n-gg-
when i shoot i’m all on
any day i’ve been off n-gg-
sh-t sound like you soft n-gg-
jack and penny we working home
b-tch -ss in my hood get banged on like perkins homes
your favorite b-tch i beat it meek
didn’t even have to eat it meek
her eyes closed her mouth open i f-cked around and just skeeted meek
3 millions downloads and 250 on sales
now i aint saying im a brainiac but that sh-t sounds like you cheated meek
look round, hood n-gg-s, bad b-tches, kush round
stand up get pushed down and that fake chain will get took now
your whole squad will get shook down
that mad cash i bust down
leg bust hope they give you that heads up
duck down, clap quick bust rounds
get merked when you touch town
big spin fly them birds like pig skin touchdown
yup i got some goonies that’s bout to get out of pocket
on you james harden way that cali boy that will turn a rocket on ya
yeah i put money on your head make a deposit on ya
pause frank ocean how n-gg-s come out the closet on ya
they f-cked around and put a man against a baby n-gg-
been up in your crib the sh-t was trash you f-cking crazy n-gg-
yeah you must hate me n-gg- stupid flow dummy time
put another 10 up on snoopy and that money mine
he gon go to rest n-gg- kill nothing less n-gg-
you a f-cking club rapper a tiger at best n-gg-
see this sh-t on twitter homes you handle sh-t the gay way
i know why n-gg-s acting b-tch you look just like shenaenae
or better yet the crack head version we lerking
we working homes even the crack heads serving
i got that a1 the sh-t that got the crackheads jerking
getting that wet off i swear i got the crack heads surfing
my n-gg-s you trash snoop trash, louie trash, omeli too
the next sh-t gon be trash homes, same outcome of belly 2
the f-ck you gon be rapping bout
phatom whips and ghosts n-gg-
beat em when we see yeah we delete em like n-gg-
you probably thinking you the best stay focused n-gg-
numbers don’t lie and in philly you not the dopest n-gg-
you garbage, you trash meek, you past tence, you last week
your boss man is trash meat you need your f-cking -ss beat
i be where they clapping at come around i saved the gun
finally got respect for rick his fat -ss done saved a b-m
all my n-gg-s with the business tell em come and beat the office
go and get boss mans cuz bosses only speak to bosses
chubby

[outro]
yeah i was with my n-gg- kiki smoking on that kiki
n-gg- told me that you was scared to come to compton and get in that yg video
b-tch -ss n-gg- but you a g though right the f-ck out of here n-gg-
ha i go everywhere ask rell i’ve been in your house f-g -ss n-gg-
we own your head out here n-gg- larsiny flyest fat n-gg- you know
flat top gold chains n-gg- f-ck you and your squad
you know i am n-gg- you’ve seen me don’t lie
them numbers don’t lie either you ain’t the best n-gg-
you know what i’m saying little short tooth son
it’s all good, you the weakest out of all the new n-gg-s
we all know your b-m -ss yup chubby
and by the way stop wearing that small leather jacket n-gg-
and stop talking bout the lakers n-gg- talk about the sixers n-gg-
that’s my city n-gg- we out

- chubby jag lyrics

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