Chubby Jag

Chubby Jag - Versace lyrics

rate me

Chubby, chubby, Versace, Versace,

I’m killing this game, all these bitches is on me!

Don’t got new friends, only fuck with my niggas, cause niggas is phony

I made my own job, and I got more, my niggas is thinking is Tony

I’m running you lames while I’m running the game, niggas think it’s a cony

I’m taking the game and do them bitches,

It’s willing, I’m selling them to many bitches

It’s pimping, you want it, I got it, young niggas

It’s dealing 24/7 young niggas!

It’s killing, don’t give a fuck how you niggas is feeling

Don’t got no worries, no niggas, just chilling

She giving me time like I’m missing the ceiling

Probably cause my whip is missing the ceiling, missing the ceiling

Versace, Versace, Versace

Don’t … in the Nike!

Yep, you go to the club and you come with your girl… snatch your wify

Uh, you’re talking to her, and she talking about me, so you niggas don’t like me

Yeah, my … is dumb,

I’m surrounded about guns, so don’t think you can fight me!

Just keeping it real how you niggas is fighting

You come where I’m from and you niggas is nothing

Funny how niggas turn out into something

Put work on the… now my niggas is pumping

Problems with Chubby my niggas is coming

Problems with Chubby my niggas is dumping

Ship is around, money falling like nothing

I don’t got a Grammy, I’m still balling like Duncan

Balling like Duncan is coming, is coming

Your money is coming, home, we’re stacking plenty!

Yeah, we’re eating, we’re eating, we’re eating

So much now and we’re acting skinny.

Uh, I’m done and you’re done and my gun … cause we’re packing…

Yep, my team may be killing

And now niggas balling like we’re shaking pennies

Chubby, chubby, Versace, Versace,

You niggas just wear, I got shit on me, shit on me!

No! Versace in my hood, they get your ass killed, be part of history

Yeah! I really be thinking, that shit is fake, I don’t know, it’s a mystery!

Uh, these people be telling me, I’m getting dough, man,

You sound like a snitch to me!

Yeah, I don’t try to holler, had no type of chick home, unless she… to me

Yeah, my stomach is so bloated, I’m cooking so much

Homie, that shit look sick to me!

Yeah, my new bitch be shopping

She staying in the parking home, she act like… to me

How come that she fuck me, how come that she suck me, she felt like victory!

No one better than me and I’m not gonna leave, I’m gonna stay with the town!

This rap shit don’t work, I just go back to pushing the way in the pounds, yeah!

Yeah, I swear that we’re booming, I swear that we’re booming, just wait for the sound

Yeah, this patience is key, so this shit homie, I’m just gonna wait for the crowd!

Stop! Versace should pay me for this, homie!

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