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chubby jag - yuck lyrics

ok, hustle for a lot of cream, hustle for the college green
hustle cause i got a team, hustle with the steel, this n-gg- real
f-ck a pot of dreams, chubby n-gg-s mad
i’m in my bag like it’s halloween
now i’m hitting bad b-tches, by the bean, by the bean
knees on the pillow, mouth open like she gotta scream
i ain’t scared of sh-t home, nothing n-gg-, not a thing
biggie to my f-cking hood, tony to a lot of fiends
that mean a n-gg- off the rick the home, check the chart
set the mark, chubby did it, real rap, respect the art
if n-gg-s let me in the lead, then i inspect the start yeah
used to slay out in the open till i met the narx
till this day i slang bro, make money my aim bro
if i hit then my fam hit, sh-t look just like bang bro
i’m sick and i’m bout to spit, yeah i’m bout that sh-t
better ask my click
you n-gg-s gonn see when a n-gg- get on
and a n-gg- gonn eat, better ask my b-tch
and i like no really though, this my city boy
run through it like diddy boy, put stain i’m too flame
my 2 chains like chitty boy
hustle hard on my grizzy boy,
sell rap like biggy boy, fly sh-t so these hoses on my tip like iggy boy
money gonn bring them ratchets out,
strip club at this ratchet house, free kush plus free drinks
my goony n-gg-s gonna pack it out, punches on me like paki out
shafts swag my jacket out, got one b-tch that got one b-tch
i make the point and they acted out.

- chubby jag lyrics

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