Songtext Congrads Chubby Jag

Congrads

Featuring Murda Mook

(Hook)
Yep I’m schooling whole my family
Here this shit feel like graduation
Niggas glad I’m on it all, y’all niggas majuatin’
Quit the killin’, spit the realest, get the fabrication
Step the huss', we get to clappin’ like congradulation
Congradulations woop
Yea, congradulations
All you hatin’ niggas hatin’ should you say congradulations
All the meanest, yep I mean it
You have to say congradulations
Snap to me, my niggas slappin’
Clappin’ like congradulations

(Verse)
Okay I’m swagged up but I’m so good
Get on my dick, I got no room
I’m so smooth, like a Corvette
That they show it off in the showroom
You bumpin’ down when I’m slowin’ up
These clap diamonds aren’t glowing up
I’m blowing up, I’ll throw a bus
I’m so sick of cash and I’m throwing up
Chubby with my Harlem niggas
They hell a rouge you gotta pardon niggas
Got my west niggas too, they starvin’
And everybody bangin’ out like Jake Hardin nigga
Word up, I’m like Martin nigga
Cush rolled and sparking nigga
I’m on the tyke cuz I was born to ride
I was born to fight, I’m a Spartan nigga
Flat tied gold chain, tatted up like Earl Smith
Deuce deuce at my anckle size
Get shot home by my girl shit
Point blank, we great if
So don’t be around when that Earl hit
Iced out in my wrist watch
That rock band like Earl Smith
Ballin’, yea we ballin’
Homie, we juiced up like OJ
MJ to my good team
To your weak team I’m like coach K
Chubby I ain’t no gang nigga
No plain nigga, no lame nigga
Y’all niggas know my name
Nigga, I’m fire flame like Wayne yep

(Hook)
Yep I’m schooling whole my family
Here this shit feel like graduation
Niggas glad I’m on it all, y’all niggas majuatin’
Quit the killin’, spit the realest, get the fabrication
Step the huss', we get to clappin’ like congradulation
Congradulations woop
Yea, congradulations
All you hatin’ niggas hatin’ should you say congradulations
All the meanest, yep I mean it
You have to say congradulations
Snap to me, my niggas slappin’
Clappin’ like congradulations

(Verse)
Look I’m steady reppin’ that Harlem shit
Chad reppin’ that south central
We flew our hair in that airplane
And still managed to bring that Glock with him
Y’all nigga don’t know
Who was at my table? Tell him get his own glow
Nigga steady hatin’, tell him get his own flow
If I get to 4-4 I would’ve spent his whole dough
Fuck you niggas, fuck you niggas
Especially if I ain’t gettin’ money with you
No mistake, this is no hatin’ shit
This is real shit, I ain’t no funny nigga
Hennessey is my favorite liquor
Cassandra is my favorite stripper
I admit she always would’ve been liked
But the stupid bitch tried to make me kiss her
Sing sing sing drinks on me
My my whole crew could spoil you
Sing sing sing drinks on you
Bitch, tuhaz on you
Money blew like royal
Don’t move like oil
I’m in that Lambo
Same color, I’m movin’ ‘em for you
Who can I show you? Who can employ you?
Got the same tie in the noose and I call you
Troops that would saw you
Troop for my troops and the boys gonna blew if it prove that I’m loyal
No game, no gimmicks
You mad, you hatin’
Be glad I made it
Bitch now say congradulations

(Hook)
Yep I’m schooling whole my family
Here this shit feel like graduation
Niggas glad I’m on it all, y’all niggas majuatin’
Quit the killin’, spit the realest, get the fabrication
Step the huss', we get to clappin’ like congradulation
Congradulations woop
Yea, congradulations
All you hatin’ niggas hatin’ should you say congradulations
All the meanest, yep I mean it
You have to say congradulations
Snap to me, my niggas slappin’
Clappin’ like congradulations

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