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jag - burn freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: chubby jag]
chubby, yea we k!lling n-ggas got to listen
i’m whipping the drop edition, you tripping i pop the smith in
not a pot to p-ss in, had to cop the rock for pitch in
i wouldn’t stop until the block gave me the top position
oh i forgot to mention you n-ggas should stop the dissing
i mean y’all, my team brawl but we not the pistons
naw, sometimes i’m feeling like the comp is missing
i’m with this b-tch i’m trying to beat, i call it compet-tion
chubby, you get me i don’t trust no person
the mask on, the four-four squirting
only do business with my gun, i’m the boss n-ggas co-working
shotty have them looking for your body, n-gga soul searching
close curtains, adios n-gga no deal
i’m hood with the sh-t plus i’m good with the clips mo will
i’m so ill, i work blocks then i smash out
ball till you fall, p-ss rocks till you p-ss out
chubby, you got a problem then the mag blast
bagdad, quick to air it out like a p-ss gas
trash bags filled over, body parts mad fast
in my jag bag spazzing, body your dad’s dad
you broke now, you getting robbed cause you had cash
looking at the best, got punches like i jab fast
chubby, yea i done brought the whole city cash
and i be quick to sh-t on a b-tch in my biggie bag
i got the four-five on me, i keep the fitty stash
plus this shotty boy, this bugatti boy, and this diddy bag
it’s cat macking, my gat clapping, my stacks stacking
on this hip hop like i’m back packing, i’m back rapping
i stay around rock, only n-gga down i
n-gga been this hot since doo doo brown dropped
crown i, n-gga got a problem let the pound pop
bag back on my affleck you get your town shot that’s that
my packs fat, trying to stick me then the uzi bang
i got a eye for you p-ssies, they call me pootie tang
higher than above the rim, nothing like the movie name
n-ggas they be acting like pimps, they on they movie game
me, i’d stick it to a hoochie if the coochie flame
i ain’t with the goofy games, i know why the groupies came
but my b-tch got a p-ssy n-ggas can never find
never change, h-lla’ brain, call that b-tch megamind
n-ggas better duck, muddaf-ck around and bust nine
he be up in blood all red like, “what’s up slime?”
choke the n-gga till he turn blue like he cripping out
k!ll them and we celebrating on them like you missing out
you in the boy way, you gon’ see the boy spray
hit em with the cheap shot, chubby jag floyd may

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