Lyrics:
platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
The #1 ringtone! It's goin' down!
Don't call me no more
And don't text me no mo
Project Pat featuring Three 6 Mafia
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Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
to the projects
They say I'm on tour while the Family package the product (uh uh)
Everybody gon' eat and I'm standin' next to that promise
Can't believe y'all
[Turk] They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off I got love for the nigga - 'round my way,
Step-in to the plate got packs on the back
Step-in off stage get pats on the back
Spread the good word a verse a scripture
Live that good life every
fit's
A bitch act up in the club
I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in the club
See you in the parking lot, nigga
(Project Pat) you lames talking
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Filled up the bag like bank bank
Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing
I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang
But Even in
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
to tell you was to stay in your lane, prick
I'm a bеast on beats
So why I never got signеd was the only question that I ever really had
I should've been
Chorus:
Ok baby you got it
I might put you in some Prada
Whatever you want, it’s not a problem
I might empty out my wallet
Cause baby your loves
the fly joints pat, like that, like that
I got the slow motion got my float, got my clique
I get sly when i feel the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets
or trying to do the same
Is this mutual, Is it gon' be me and you
Baby before you go
I got one more question for you
Can I make you my baby
No if's, No Buts
the drugs
She like Pat why, why can't you fill me up?
I'm on the microphone like can you turn me up
I got bad bitches, out here in the club
In the club, yeah
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
paper planes through the projects
Now the whole project's on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super
on the TV
So i shot the heat
Project Pat ah all aobut a loaf of bread
About my pap ah nigga i'll crack a head
But all that he say she say they cross heat
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original Break Da Laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz
flashin'
She amazed by the jewels and the fashion
I pull up, got two bad bitches with me
Let 'em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
My dude came with the pole,
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
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