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em joffy - chubby motherfucker lyrics

[chorus: em joffy]

uhh, i be that chubby motherf-cker name joff
one hand on my hammer, other hand on my c-ck

chubby motherf-cker name joff
one hand on my hammer, other hand on my c-ck

be that chubby motherf-cker name joff
one hand on my hammer, other hand on my c-ck

chubby motherf-cker name joff
one hand on my hammer, other hand on my c-ck

[verse 1: em joffy]

they like “who that?” (who that?)
hey, if he don’t know but his b-tch know
the chubby cool mack (cool mack)
i get money, take money
get the chips bro, yeah, i do that (i does that)

alisa b. on that new lomein
prp denims with a couple of dirty stains
riding through the trenches with this pretty young thing
here another day, thank god for the blessing (woo)
just popped a molly, too cool for the sweating
4-5th, case a motherf-cker wanna test it
its our world, n-ggas only do what i let them, f-ck them (f-ck them all)

i want a house on a hill
pretty face, smart chick, long hair with a red bottom on her heel
and a engine when it peels
aston, martin, v-12 and the 24’s on the wheel
got a rollie, i need a hublot
balenciaga, my shoe though
double f, my belt buckle
i’m handsome chubby with a cool glow, so relax in this b-tch
got the macks in this b-tch, act up, they’ll eat your food though
don’t front up in here, we’ll dump up in here
ain’t no one n-gga, my whole crew go
uhh, uhh, w-ssup n-gga, god bless to you f-ck n-ggas
they hatin’ though cause i’m gettin’ dough
i ain’t frontin’ though, i’m up n-gga
sky is the limit, big and puff n-gga
its levels to this sh-t, watch me stunt n-gga
dream chasers blowing loud, high as f-ck n-gga
young king, i do whatever i want n-gga

[chorus: em joffy]

i be that chubby motherf-cker name joff (that’s me)
one hand on my hammer, other hand on my c-ck (that’s me) 3x

they like “who that?” (who that?)
hey, if he don’t know but his b-tch know
the chubby cool mack (cool mack)
i get money, take money
get the chips bro, they like “who that?” (who that?)
hey, if he don’t know but his b-tch know
the chubby cool mack (cool mack)
i get money, take money
get the chips bro, whoa

[verse 2: em joffy]

who you know got a bop like this, can’t wear skinny jeans cause my notch don’t fit
5 hundred for the hat, don sh-t
paid a rack for my demim, balmain, calm sh-t
fell back, came back, bomb sh-t
handsome chubby motherf-cker, got the b-tches on my diiick
got a rack, blew a rack, got it back, doubled that, flipped that, made it back that quick
uhh, uhh, w-ssup n-gga, god bless to you f-ck n-ggas
they hatin’ though cause i’m gettin’ dough
i ain’t frontin’ though, i’m up n-gga
sky is the limit, big and puff n-gga
its levels to this sh-t, watch me stunt n-gga
dream chasers blowing loud, high as f-ck n-gga
young king, i do whatever i want n-gga (echoing “n-gga” 8x)

- em joffy lyrics

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