Lyrics:
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
on the island
Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger
Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought
Project life was promised nothin'
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
fuck me 'cause I'm lit now, ayy
I was just as lit because I'm rich now, ayy
'Cause they know every chance I get
That's for a fact
All these niggas
gotta keep that 'cause when I come around they act tough
Chi Lupe, I'm so hard, I'm burnt up
City of the year that's my shit, I'm ridin' 'round in
G el SUV y el jet
White on white, I don't need a ghost writer
Rolls-Royce snow white
Cap on the Patek, I'm coppin' the Rollie, young rich nigga
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
loco but I know 'cuz reckless
I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but taught me one lesson
Do
might hurt a bit)
But keep that money rollin' in,
'Cause Pat and naughty Jimbo
Can't get enough of it
Perhaps it's their idea
Of an Affirmative
Years Eve
A new year that is coming in
Rollin' with my nigga, rich niggas, these is my nigga roles
Jesus was a nigga, my nigga killed him, my nigga
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
Projects
Streets can't save your life
Surrounded by violence
Was blinded
Tell 'em imma put up a fight
We gone eat regardless
Work my hardest
No I'm not
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure
put the bullets up in my body
But that's if I'm a gonna
When I smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitch
thought when
Ms on the front of ya mind like Babidi Brainwashed it
Openly Pat'll pray that noone get led astray
Im open to anything if it shows em
hustle how the fuck you gon eat
Rich nigga talk how the fuck you gon speak
When the strong moving on, mehn you niggaz so weak
I get money I grind cuz
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
how I'm balling
That I'm just getting started
Yeah, I took an advance
Put 20 keys in the projects
Had to scoop my lieutenant
Had to make my deposit's
can't have enough
Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it
I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it
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