Chubby Jag - Blocka lyrics

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Chubby Jag - Blocka lyrics

(Intro) Dis type ah sh** happen everyday All dem a gwaan dem heart softer than clay None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka Servin' to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be poppin' Yeah, that's my flocka (Verse 1) This one for my goon squad sponsored links This one for my hood n***a This one for them bad b**hes Where I'm from ain't no good n***as Go hard for them stripes boy Cut that all get sliced boy My to let you slide in That ain't the case tonight boy Hope you know that's my b**h The nerd look in her tight boy That's why I got my hands on her I'm in that b**h like Ike boy Own that block with glocks on me Guard that with my life boy Start off slow with green hoe Upgrade to that white boy Chubby bring your b**h around She get dick now Chubby sick now, broke down but I'm rich now n***as lit now if you hate you gon' sit down n***as know the motto we the late now we get down Last year drop we work it hoe Told you that we grinding n***a Watch that block go diamond n***a Don't ask me why we shining n***a (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka Servin' to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be poppin' Yeah, that's my flocka (Verse 2) Left my crib with mad cash f** around bought that block back Green hundred to Kiki He f** around bought that glock back I ain't go say that BIG back I ain't gonna say that Pac back I'm from their love Pac And that sh** get you pop back Pop off we gon' pop back 'Cause this sh** ain't no fair homie Can't no one compare home I think n***as should stop that Hatin' get you molly wap We molly popin' we rollin homie No he done no OJ blunts Told you that we rollin' home f** them hoes until they stop Like girls is posing home Got no babies though b**h shout out the trojan home Really I ain't picked this hoe I think I got chosen home Addicted to this cold life That's why my neck look frozen home (Hook) I got diamonds on my blocka Servin' to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be poppin' Yeah, that's my flocka