Chubby Jag - All Me lyrics
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Y’all know what it is homie
Flat top gold chain
Yuh
I ain’t never asked for shit, nuh nigga I ain’t had to
Kill a nigga beat, my pleasure, I’ll be glad to
Here for forever, look at rap like a tattoo
They holdin nigga balls, now nuts nigga catch you
I’m waiting for the stacks, fuck waitin in the back
Remember days me and good is waiting for the pack
And the loud she yelling, got her waitin in the sack
She’ll be makin money now, niggas hatin for a fact
Said I got that kill
And she know that I can walk round
Swipe all out if she blow it when you toss that then
Nowadays she a throw it
Gotta speak into the pipe, move them lips like a poet
Little nigga we ridin out, we don’t chill like
West saddles we a wild block
They all look lame, we don’t ball the same
I’m Kobe Bryant, you Gale Lott
You nigga pop off and get a loud pipe
Peep out and get yo house shot
To them coke fiends I’m a hero
So in other words I’m all about rock
Get Fuego
Better leggo off of my lego
Home all about block
I’m the one nigga, you a dumb nigga
I stunt nigga, I’m all about pops
Yea talk all hard, get your mouth shut
Cuff yo girl, get your spouse popped
Bring your girl around
If somebody taking your girl down then that’s real hoe
You talk shit, my niggas makin yo girl drown, you better chill hoe
And the sad shit you bring a bad bitch and I guarantee it’s a steal homie
And that’s real
I could take a nigga
Fuck little bitches, all about the paper nigga
That straight up, no chasin nigga
Turned a couple pounds into anchors nigga
Had mad swag in the old days
Before the flat chopper was the type of nigga
Yea mad swag, old days
Like Martin messin with the Lakers nigga
Shot to the head, shot to the head
Yea shot to the head
I don’t mean getting drunk
What I mean get the pump
I get anybody, yea I body anybody on the scene getting slum
We they we’re the whole team getting drunk
Never in the back, whole team in the front
Money making got a nigga getting punk’d
Got a new hoe, bitches on the team getting dumped
And it’s like that, yea it’s like that
Nigga took a break and got right back
Got the piece on me like peas homie
Don’t sleep on me, no nightcap
Nigga throw a punch and I fight back
It’s guaranteed I got niggas around
West side and you niggas trippin
My youngin shoot you niggas down
Realest rapper you know hoe
And shit, I’m always in niggas’ town
Came for what’s really mine
Somebody rockin this nigga crown
That’s on me, yea all me
Nigga tell yo main bitch call me
Hood spin on my hood shit, got the block lookin like Wall Street
Chubby!