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letra de hard in the paint - jag

[verse 1: chubby jag]
you cats is useless we shooting n-gga my pack is ruthless
we got it cracking our dollar stacking stop acting stupid
how they gon’ stop a n-gga now i’m the hottest n-gga round
i’ll knock a n-gga down from the top on his block
with the chopper spitting rounds
if he’s popping in his town i’ll chop a n-gga down like, pause
yea, chubby finna’ blow now
buzz move fast i ain’t finna’ slow down
you ain’t know i had bars n-ggas finna’ know now
this year is my year boys finna’ go down, i’m realer
n-ggas say i’m sick, i’m iller, murder any track i’m k!ller
all you n-ggas whack, i’m a bring this sh-t back i’m triller
i ain’t gotta act i’m zilla
i’m so hood with my m-th-f-cking hood -ss
chubby i ain’t had to pay to get a hood p-ss
i’ll show up to a m-th-f-cking hood fab
you ain’t even gotta come i’m good c-ss
i’m flashy though you know how my cash be yo
hard top, clean green whip, look like pistachio
i’ll be in my drop, getting high, getting guap, getting top from a nasty ho
i swear chubby got a nasty flow bout bout that time no casio
and you look a lil ashy yo no shine
i’m a have this sh-t locked in no time
i’m the best i didn’t even need a co-sign
a n-gga c-ss came up on a gold mine
huh, i make a hater go wild
sound like this i can’t hate on your style
you are not fly n-gga you are not i n-gga
i’m a top 5 n-gga no jada no styles
don’t get me (?) inches know them n-ggas is with me sniping
flow sounding like that sh-t whitney pippin’, i’m crack holmes
don’t get me writing for hating on me or get me slicing
n-ggas talking crazy like 50 tyson i’m back holmes
i’d be everywhere no gimmick
got em’ smelling kush everywhere no clinic
pull up in a mothaf-cking tank no limit
can’t lose like seeing popeye no spinach
uh, i rap hard on a n-gga
beat him down like we in a yard on a n-gga
right, left, see me put stars on a n-gga
homie i’m back yea, brett favre on a n-gga
chubby got it all homie i don’t need a thing
f-ck with real g’s homie i don’t even bang
n-ggas getting money homie i don’t need the change
raps so good i don’t even need a name
get the cl!ck clack pow duck down n-gga
well known from l.a to uptown n-gga
you had a little run that’s enough now n-gga
you don’t know me don’t even f-ck around n-gga
i’m k!ller, now you know thats hard
pull up in a all blue throwback car
gone off the goose when i get up in the booth
i’m a bench press on em let em hold that bar
chubby, all my n-ggas get that dough
got em saying “how that boy flip that flow?”
flex on a n-gga, muscle, i’ll put a x on a n-gga like tic tac toe
jag, everybody know that sound
swear these new n-ggas spitting so whack now
don’t trip homie i’m a hold that down
you tripping on a n-gga you can hold that round
get his face shot make him hold that frown
n-gga need work let him hold that pound
dutch full of haze i’m a blow that down
one shot will tear a n-gga cognac down
you talk about the best i’m for show that now
moving to fast better slow that down
next best thing n-ggas know that now
swear this cali n-gga finna’ hold that crown
jag!

- jag

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