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"Burn (Freestyle)" lyrics by CHUBBY JAG
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"Burn (Freestyle)"


Chubby, yea we killing niggas got to listen
I'm whipping the drop edition, you tripping I pop the Smith in
Not a pot to piss in, had to cop the rock for pitch in
I wouldn't stop until the block gave me the top position
Oh I forgot to mention you niggas should stop the dissing
I mean y'all, my team brawl but we not the Pistons
Naw, sometimes I'm feeling like the comp is missing
I'm with this bitch I'm trying to beat, I call it competition
Chubby, you get me I don't trust no person
The mask on, the four-four squirting
Only do business with my gun, I'm the boss niggas co-working
Shotty have them looking for your body, nigga soul searching
Close curtains, adios nigga no deal
I'm hood with the shit plus I'm good with the clips Mo Will
I'm so ill, I work blocks then I smash out
Ball till you fall, pass rocks till you pass out
Chubby, you got a problem then the mag blast
Bagdad, quick to air it out like a pass gas
Trash bags filled over, body parts mad fast
In my jag bag spazzing, body your dad's dad
You broke now, you getting robbed cause you had cash
Looking at the best, got punches like I jab fast
Chubby, yea I done brought the whole city cash
And I be quick to shit on a bitch in my biggie bag
I got the four-five on me, I keep the fitty stash
Plus this shotty boy, this Bugatti boy, and this Diddy bag
It's cat macking, my gat clapping, my stacks stacking
On this hip hop like I'm back packing, I'm back rapping
I stay around rock, only nigga down I
Nigga been this hot since Doo Doo Brown dropped
Crown I, nigga got a problem let the pound pop
Bag back on my Affleck you get your town shot that's that
My packs fat, trying to stick me then the uzi bang
I got a eye for you pussies, they call me pootie tang
Higher than Above the Rim, nothing like the movie name
Niggas they be acting like pimps, they on they movie game
Me, I'd stick it to a hoochie if the coochie flame
I ain't with the goofy games, I know why the groupies came
But my bitch got a pussy niggas can never find
Never change, hella' brain, call that bitch Megamind
Niggas better duck, muddafuck around and bust nine
He be up in blood all red like, "what's up slime?"
Choke the nigga till he turn blue like he cripping out
Kill them and we celebrating on them like you missing out
You in the boy way, you gon' see the boy spray
Hit em with the cheap shot, Chubby Jag Floyd May

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