Chubby Jag - No Type (Freestyle) lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Chubby
Mayhem music, trae what happenin'
Fire department
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(Verse)
Bitch, I ball like i'm in the trap
Talk bout guns cuz I'm in the game
Grind for the fam, got moms on the track
Money errday, got my palm on the back
Still smoke kill, got the bomb in the sac
Bad bitch with me, got me palm on her back
But I ain't even trip, I got my palm in her ass
And I took her back home like LeBron with the Cass
I ain't go no type long as she bad for a nigga
Got titties and an ass for a nigga wanna smash for a nigga
A G wanna blast for a nigga, missis go and get the racks for a nigga
She know I got the cash, till it grow up in the back fo' a nigga
Roll play, go and act for a nigga
She always play the back-store, lay up on her back for a nigga
Yeah, I got her doin' that for a nigga
She neva gonna snitch, that bitch wear a strap for a nigga
Rush it, run a track for a nigga
Get up in the stripclub, work, make it clap for a nigga
Always leave and come back for a nigga
I see why they grindin' home nigga, it's windin' home niggas
Shinnin' all of them diamonds
Gon' tell em keep hatin', cuz hate that we cakin'
So tell em keep waitin'
It's all about timing, hoe
We the best, that's the reason we rhymin', hoe
From the bottom I got and we climbin', hoe
Yeah, it's funny, my dick she should be climbin' on
I just chill and I tell her to suck it now
Only fuck cuz she fuck with the fuck-around
Niggas ballin', I'm gettin' em buggers now
Got a lock on the game, I just cuff it now
Got a flow that these niggas can't fuck with now
Chubby