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"High Music"

[Intro: Chubby Jag]
Yeah, Hah,
Chubby, Y'all know what it is y'all,
Fliest fat nigga you know,
Go ahead and get that weed roll,
Get that drank, what ever you sipping,
We ain't here tonight you know,
Fliest fat nigga you know,

[Verse: Chubby Jag]
Awwh, Yeah Chubby here, get me Chubby here,
I fee like I gotta do something, cause shits been ugly here, yeah,
L.A. nigga, I know they love me here,
And aye since I got on, shit been lovely here,
Yeah I'm a hustle 'till I hit the numbers, no lotto,
Ex hoes got me sipping exo, the whole bottle,
My Philly niggas got me whipping up, no auto,
And bad bitches roll blunts for me, role models,
Get the money then power, we ready for action,
And my pen, pen power is ready for smacking,
So just know I'm on your head, you already relaxing,
I stay focused cause my rap is already distractions,
I got everybody imagining the sound of light,
Mad cause I'm sounding tight, all my shit be sounding right,
Swear I should get the crown tonight,
All the best rappers stand around, gimme a pound of nice,
Swear I'm a hold it down tonight,
Mr. Switch It Up, wonder how I'm a sound tonight,
Party like I did something, we smoking a pound tonight,
I'm soaking in some pussy, I could drown tonight,
Genuine Rihanna shit, yeah we running the town tonight,
Just be happy for me, don't show me a frown tonight,
I know that everything be hard for you, we gon' clown tonight,
I need a moment of silence, for my Momma Do,
And though you cookie Momma, you just like my Momma to,
You treated me just like a son, cause that's how Momma's do,
I did done so much man, only if my Momma knew,
Tell them haters wake up, niggas sleeping much,
We swimming in money, is it deep enough,
She talked shit to my dick, I got a speaking of,
I know her baby creeping up, she mad I say I keep in touch, Chubby
Yeah, tell them labels to throw them figures at me,
Bitches throw they draws and paparazzi throw them pictures at me,
They say I gotta shot, that's why I'm trigger happy,
I don't need it all man, I'll be happy if my niggas happy,
I'm almost dead, man I'd be happy if they heard the kid,
Travel all year, I'm back in Cali now, work the bid,
I mean look at all the cash that my team making,
I got a squad full of chefs, my whole team baking,
Yeah we dream chasing, this that Ryde or Ride music,
This that real shit, chill shit, High Music, Chubby

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