Lyrics:
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
sliming you out for real
The swag you can say i was born with it
The drip came imported delivery
Different spices on my timeline
They all fascinated by my
flappin' niggas
Make 'em suck a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch
Kaze niggas runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to
Recognize who you dis
Kidnappin'
hear from you then you won't hear from me
It's best I just chuck up the deuce
I'm just happy that shawty gon fuck with a n**** for swag
And not for
to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand
Refuse to give me props when I am not around
Refuse to act like I ain't shift the sound, like I ain't push
Normally I wouldn't spaz like dis
Yeen gone find another nigga in his bag like dis
Yeen got the swag like dis
Main reason why a nigga popping cash
a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass the dro-dro and we gone stay trickin'
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken
Bwok
on racks on raaaaaacks
N***as hate me fall back
Gotta car lot in my garage
Gotta condo down near the stars
I'm geeked up off dem bars
Gotta car, I
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
I'm straight out the projects
Cause that's how we live
Yeah that's how we live
I can forgive not forget
And messes with my head
Turn your back on me
they d-do it to my song
I'mma make you do a song, sick it to you a song
Fluents keep movin in the middle with pillows they chewing on
Other rappers
nobody
You can tell it by my swag (swag)
From the bottom to the racks (what)
From the last to the next (hey)
[Verse DopeDilla]
Harder harder harder
Wake up and hustle, no sleep then imma run that shit back
Pray for the drip every week I want the ice on my pat (ice)
I want it, I get it for real
die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
I gave my life, my heart, soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones may wear my bones
I swear I'll burn this
Haha Busta bag yeah Jones
I know these haters mad Compliments to my swag Everytime I see a hater Imma bust a bag
Busta bag on a hater Busta Bag
move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
Can still bangin' you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent
jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for
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