Take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
So I say, girl, tell me, girl
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double P
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sun
Face on, yeah, yeah, but the sun beamin
Chubby bout his bucks, yeah, yeah, it ain't duck season
But my niggas huntin' with them shiestes, yeah, f*ck seasons
I'ma paint that bitch face, yeah, Chubby Pablo
I'm rockin' fashion, you can't find this, Chubby Waldo
I'm bout my bag, get them bands, hit the mall, though
I'm in this fin with this fin, Chubby Shark, baby
She said, huh, nigga, six, seven, grab this Glock
And I fill him up with eight
She said, Chubby, when I heard your song, I just knew it was fake
It's like everywhere a restaurant, I get a bitch to wait
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double B
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sea
Bitch ass, huh, bitch ass, huh
Bitch ass nigga know that I'm the GOAT, why you playin' with me
Tell that bitch that she gotta go, ain't no stayin' with me
Shit, because I'm deaf, I hit my note, you can't punch with me
Walkin' in the club, many men, I feel like 50
New Prada's, bitch, it's cold, bitch, I feel nippy
Kept this jack fit on, bitch, I'm lit nitty
And I got my mitts on, palms kinda sweaty, bitch, it's chubby
Got a feather on my fit, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
And I tell you about my fit, for that fashion, I'm a nerd
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Take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
So I say, girl, tell me, girl
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double P
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sun
Face on, yeah, yeah, but the sun beamin
Chubby bout his bucks, yeah, yeah, it ain't duck season
But my niggas huntin' with them shiestes, yeah, f*ck seasons
I'ma paint that bitch face, yeah, Chubby Pablo
I'm rockin' fashion, you can't find this, Chubby Waldo
I'm bout my bag, get them bands, hit the mall, though
I'm in this fin with this fin, Chubby Shark, baby
She said, huh, nigga, six, seven, grab this Glock
And I fill him up with eight
She said, Chubby, when I heard your song, I just knew it was fake
It's like everywhere a restaurant, I get a bitch to wait
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double B
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sea
Bitch ass, huh, bitch ass, huh
Bitch ass nigga know that I'm the GOAT, why you playin' with me
Tell that bitch that she gotta go, ain't no stayin' with me
Shit, because I'm deaf, I hit my note, you can't punch with me
Walkin' in the club, many men, I feel like 50
New Prada's, bitch, it's cold, bitch, I feel nippy
Kept this jack fit on, bitch, I'm lit nitty
And I got my mitts on, palms kinda sweaty, bitch, it's chubby
Got a feather on my fit, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
And I tell you about my fit, for that fashion, I'm a nerd
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
I take my shirt off, then all the hoes stop breathin
So I say, girl, tell me, girl
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double P
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sun
Face on, yeah, yeah, but the sun beamin
Chubby bout his bucks, yeah, yeah, it ain't duck season
But my niggas huntin' with them shiestes, yeah, f*ck seasons
I'ma paint that bitch face, yeah, Chubby Pablo
I'm rockin' fashion, you can't find this, Chubby Waldo
I'm bout my bag, get them bands, hit the mall, though
I'm in this fin with this fin, Chubby Shark, baby
She said, huh, nigga, six, seven, grab this Glock
And I fill him up with eight
She said, Chubby, when I heard your song, I just knew it was fake
It's like everywhere a restaurant, I get a bitch to wait
I walk in the club with a leather coat sweatin' underneath
And I'm rockin' boots, polo Prada, bitch, I'm double B
It don't matter when the ambulance hit the scene
Put her on that broad rock bag, the real sea
Bitch ass, huh, bitch ass, huh
Bitch ass nigga know that I'm the GOAT, why you playin' with me
Tell that bitch that she gotta go, ain't no stayin' with me
Shit, because I'm deaf, I hit my note, you can't punch with me
Walkin' in the club, many men, I feel like 50
New Prada's, bitch, it's cold, bitch, I feel nippy
Kept this jack fit on, bitch, I'm lit nitty
And I got my mitts on, palms kinda sweaty, bitch, it's chubby
Got a feather on my fit, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
And I tell you about my fit, for that fashion, I'm a nerd
Writer: Jacob Floyd
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