Chubby Jag - High Music 2 lyrics

rate me

Yeah

Y’all know what it is hoe

Flap tie go chain

.. central .. yeah

Uh, niggas buzzin now I’m showin faces

How you hustle at the flips,

Way more to just showin weight

Now you minzle being broke, dreams bout me hold the cake,

Always proving nigga wrong,

Staph curry and go to state,

And so we’re riding out, we riding like three ..

Oh yeah I’m born but never want nigga see barkly,

My niggas chocking ‘cause some niggas smoking like weed ..

Happy I could say their niggas .. now, Steve Harvy

We’re taking shots, taking shots to never hit the real

Now I got my weigh up, nigga swearin that I hit the gym,

Come from where they shootin’ yeah they shoot but they forget the feel

I know to get em wet,

And I’m just hoping them bitches real,

I told the labels I ain’t greedy home, but give me something,

Most of these niggas souls, we feel dumb with empty nothing

If I don’t sign I just know I got to send me pumpin’

Hope when I’m old, I still get the ball to me nothing,

Oh yeah I stack bread, all we do is pack leg,

Get your top open up, rap and turn crack it,

Hustle on another coast, left in bar back bread

Nigga bring his dogs real, end up when you can’t stand

Telling I was blessed with, and why would I the bake God

I come back the time is getting cut your niggas name Rob

Never been stand the nigga snitchin’, that’s that weak shit,

Never made the bed and took you back that’s that mick shit,

Never been the fan and niggas acting like they cool,

But talk shit behind your back, you ain’t around that’s that snick shit

What, me loosin’ and who, and be a funny day

Undefeated till I’m retired, they call me money make,

Rappers wearin flat tops, niggas know who start the shit

Swear niggas swags till the cane, till they started kid,

I’m ballin’ couch caught the shit, take over that modern shit,

I’m livin’ out of dream, my bitches happy that you part of it,

Damn, my whole life is bee poverty, man cries till I turn crown I saw Keisha,

Man party, told to minds blow up, niggas tired to jag lock,

Everything wrong, family few no cash bars,

.. where I’m from I swear is lovely

and the same breath no show em to the hood ‘cause it get ugly

That’s my word bitches a thug nigga love brain home

I swear something ‘bout hood niggas and nerd bitches,

I ride niggas, having coming out deposits,

Got my mess gone, Jay comings, coming out the closet

No age, if I come out the closet, I got to get

Be precise, little man, got the Uzzi, I got the man,

And be real, man I wish little .. and try run up,

But I ain’t told truck, you don’t knock me, you gonna get done up,

Before you get your next punch off, we got a gun up,

Yeah we whiling nobody is smiling, we f*ck the fund of real

I wait to turn up, nigga grind until the sun up,

.. for new skims nigga’s grinding for the come up

Chubby I stunt hard, yellow stones in my fatty chain

South central legend, new age big daddy came

Gone