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big dunks - lil chubbbz lyrics

{chorus: lil chubbbz}
all that sh*t that you be talkin’ don’t mean f*ckin’ sh*t to me
b*tch, i need that guap for that money, i’m a fiend
i ain’t sippin’ on no wock, i ain’t sippin’ on no lean
b*tch, i’m rollin’ up a blunt, and i’m smokin’ on some green

b*tch, i’m smokin’ on a motherf*ckin’ blunt
b*tch, i pull up and i’m flexin’, yeah, i’m motherf*ckin’ stunt
askin’ what i’m smokin’ on these motherf*ckin’ pink runtz
i got shaq sized nikes, motherf*ckin’ big dunks

{verse 1: lil chubbbz}
i’m takin’ fl!cks with my money, that’s a major motion picture
b*tch, i’m gettin’ more, yeah, you know i’m gettin’ richer
if you f*ckin’ with me, i’ma cast a spell on you like a motherf*ckin’ wizard
weed and the henny, it’s a motherf*ckin’ mixture

b*tch, i puff, puff, puff, yeah, you know i’m never passin’ it
yeah, i hear ’em talkin’ sh*t, i cannot be havin’ it
leave his ass unconscious, he’ll wakе up and be like, what’s happenin’
yеah, they askin’ how i do this sh*t, i’m in my bag again

yeah, b*tch, i’m in my bag
yeah, i just hit on that plug for that brand new pack
yeah, i’m lookin’ at my wall, like godd*mn, i need a plaque
but i’m lookin’ at your wallet, godd*mn, you need to stack
you a broke b*tch, nah, i can’t really f*ck with that
i’m too high to pay attention, dj, can you run it back
yeah, your b*tch, wanna f*ck, you wanna be up on my sack
i be carryin’ my team, i got these b*tches on my back

{chorus: lil chubbbz}
all that sh*t that you be talkin’, don’t mean f*ckin’ sh*t to me
b*tch, i need that guap for that money, i’m a fiend
i ain’t sippin’ on no wock, i ain’t sippin’ on no lean
b*tch, i’m rollin’ up a blunt, and i’m smokin’ on some green

i’m smokin’ on that motherf*ckin’ blunt
i pull up and i’m flexin’, yeah, i’m motherf*ckin’ stunt
ask me what i’m smokin’ on, these motherf*ckin’ pink runtz
i got shaq size nikes, motherf*ckin’ big dunks

{verse 2: remane77}
yeah, yeah, yeah, countin’ out my bucks
p*ssy boy, try me, you get smacked the f*ck up
little b*tch, i’m smokin’ gas, put a quarter in my blunt
yeah, mix a thirty with the wock in my cup

b*tch, i’m, b*tch, i’m smokin’ gas, you can’t relate to this stuff
you can’t relate to this sh*t, and this b*tch
wanna suck me, she was fire, i’ll admit
pullin’ up to my show, you gettin’ knocked up in the pit
that’s your b*tch over there, she gave me brain, gave me wit
yeah, yeah, yeah, face down, ass up
and her man comin’ home
gettin’ mad, tell him back up
fiend for the green, for the money, i’ma act up
smokin’ all this chronic got me feelin’ f*ckin’ wack, bruh

why your b*tch lookin’ like she doin’ black tar
b*tch, i’m smokin’ gas, goin’ 90 in a fast car
why you on your soundcloud, spittin’ all these wack bars
how am i this f*cked up, i only took a half bar

you 45, dm’ing girls, that’s the sad part
stay the f*ck away, i’m on my grind like a flat bar
how you talkin’ sh*t, you pullin’ up in your dad’s car
b*tch, my name’s remane with the sevens at the last part

{chorus: remane77}
b*tch, you talkin’ why you talkin’ sh*t to me
b*tch, i need that guap for that money, i’m a fiend
i ain’t sippin’ on no wock, i ain’t sippin’ on no lean
b*tch, i’m rollin’ up a blunt, and i’m smokin’ on some green
yeah

- lil chubbbz lyrics

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