Chubby Jag - FWH (Fuck Whoeva Hatin) lyrics
rate me[Bridge]
Swear that we done drank it all
Bottle after bottle, hoe
All I got ciroc in here,
We sip like fuck moscato, hoe
We coming through, we running through
Model after model home,
Dollar after dollar, look like niggas hit the lotto home
[Hook]
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
Get the checks cut, next up
Fuck whoever waitin
Yeah we chillin cause we kill it, ha
Fuck whoever hatin
Chubby nop will never trust a hater home, cause haters lie
Quickest niggas tell the hater hi, I tell a hater bye
Pimp but I ain’t no gator guy, money stacks like layer pie
3-4 puffs that will make her fly
3-4 o’s that will make her die
Cocky with it like I’m jack, we on now, nigga I’m glad
I’m so sick, these niggas gonn fuck my old bitch
And think I’m mad
My old bitch I bag that, if I bag that then I smash that
If I smash that, then I trash that
So your hoe done get laughed at
Chubby up, cold nigga, nicest flow with my mean chain
You ball out like mj, and they must think I’m king jay
Muscle on me like v ray
Half the goons on my team bang
Y’all way horror, you went broke
We went horror, that clean cake
Chubby I’ma burn the top,
Problems then we banging out
Fuck her once, never twice,
Then that bitch think we hanging out
Got me causing steady hoe
Chubby pay the tanny hoe
One say I get bitches but
That shit automatic hoe
[Bridge]
Swear that we done drank it all
Bottle after bottle, hoe
All I got ciroc in here,
We sip like fuck moscato, hoe
We coming through, we running through
Model after model home,
Dollar after dollar, look like niggas hit the lotto home
[Hook]
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
Get the checks cut, next up
Fuck whoever waitin
Yeah we chillin cause we kill it, ha
Fuck whoever hatin
We roll up, yeah we roll up
Salesman, I got you sold up
Any chick that’s asking for a nigga time
Tell that bitch hold up
Want the bizz, guarantee she want the kids
Tell that bitch grow up, wanna start
Make you get down on her knees
Till that bitch blow up
Chubby, nothing but this money round
They go craz when this money down
Couple racks to cover up the floor
Call that the money ground
Roll up let my bitch hit it
New broad let my click hit it
Flip that work, legit with it
Bout that rock like sick with it
Monster, beast mode, gangster shit, g code
Sell it all, reload
Niggas bars on chico
Hot boy need a hot girl
Only holler if she call
Hating niggas get a forklift,
For that bullshit, no d rose
Chubby, chubby, chubby!
[Bridge]
Swear that we done drank it all
Bottle after bottle, hoe
All I got ciroc in here,
We sip like fuck moscato, hoe
We coming through, we running through
Model after model home,
Dollar after dollar, look like niggas hit the lotto home
[Hook]
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
We kill it, yeah we kill it home
Fuck whoever hatin
Get the checks cut, next up
Fuck whoever waitin
Yeah we chillin cause we kill it, ha
Fuck whoever hatin.
