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jag - pyramid lyrics

(verse 1: chubby jag)
c0ke flow like i do lines, calling shots from a new line
i’m finna’ drop, and i’m finna’ pop
you push back like a new line, every rap got a new line
i do grind, so i do shine
i’m getting dome, i’m with the twins, i came hard, two time
real n-gga come busting in, g-ssing up, cutting wind
got a gat then i’m busting mine, same d-mn way i was busting in
chicks on me i ain’t f-ck with them, if i pull it out, suck it then
i ain’t never had a problem getting hoes, don’t wanna’ f-ck with me, f-ck it then

(bridge)
yea i be hustling, ain’t no money in this place, i’m about to shake
like every second, i just think about how much i’m about to make
i keep it chill, only get down with the real, ain’t bout the fake
got so much money in my jeans, i swear my pockets bout to break
and then we stacking, yup we stacking up, that’s what we do x4

(verse 2: chubby jag)
problems with me that ratchet clap, that mac attack shots back to back
i’m in the hood with my goon n-ggas, we on the block like shaq attack
realest out theres no matching that, f-cking hoes till that mattress flat
my bron’s on and my hat to match, i’m on baby doll like cabbage patch
one shot and your cabbage patched, i smoked the green and i packed the packs
i’m moving rock, i’m in l.a, i’m so good that they match it back
boom, wish a n-gga would holmes, i’ll try to calm down if i could holmes
got me in the crib full of them goon n-ggas, look like a n-gga brought the whole hood home
n-ggas know me, spit so real, shoe game murder, kicks on k!ll
whip look clean and my girl loves (sh-t?), you don’t the half man that b-tch so ill
trip and this tool time no handy man, my tool of mine come in handy man
i’m the king of crooks, thats the reason why all the pheines is hooked, i’m like candy man
chubby holmes, no six pack, bud on me no six pack
got big stacks, got big gats
drop a cl-ssic on them, i did that
n-gga party hard like a kick back, got a six pack and then flipped that
holmes nice boy with the white boy, i’m soulja boy and that’s riff raff
you ain’t gotta hide your girl face, cause really i’ve been on that b-tch back
any n-gga take my hoe from me, n-gga i ain’t gonna want that b-tch back
two seater just sit back, heat on top of my b-tch lap
cause my b-tch strap, with a 16 like that b-tch rap
roll up blunts and sip yac, picture all the tree we burn down
everybody happy we earned the buck, so we turn it up till we turn down
theres more to rap than just looking hot, that l.a sh-t
we was born in it, we was sworn in it
n-gga need cash, you hustle hard, you selling weed or you pushing rock
i’ll ride i don’t need no wheel, n-gga with the white i’ma need no steel
always been on top, i don’t need your spot
swear a n-gga so hot, i don’t need no deal
n-gga i’m g’d up in my khaki bag, hair wild and my nappy bag
smoke anywhere my tacky -ss, love and hip hop my scr-ppy bag
got the best flows, my chest froze till my neck cold, no petro
big checks we fetch those, no groupies round i don’t respect hoes
they shocked how they getting that cold, n-gga hold weight how he getting that swole
n-gga do flips like i’m doing gymnastics, feel like i should be winning that gold
chubby

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