Lyrics:
and clothes
Eating popcorn, and drinking
And drinking all damn day
Problem when you was eating the shit
Lickin' yo fingers and shit
(Project Pat) i don't
where it's at
Nigga show me somethin
Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it Don
Nigga, that's how I bet a thou
Project Poe,
fuck with me
No love for you hoes who
Like to fuck for free
I was coppin' oz 800 to a g
Now I'm poppin' shows every
Week I'm stackin' cheese
Project
flaunt it
Got homies in the projects while I'm doin' shows in Boston
Smoke away they pain their life a blur like the Gaussian
I'm in the UK, shockin' mates
Lots of us sick but afraid to show it
Lots of our businesses barely open
Addicted to phones can't even live in the moment
We're the most connected but
out here with the yay
We been counting money on them
We some rich young niggas out the projects
Still counting money on em
Screaming fuck them other
Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
you go by
Acting like I don't mind
I was tryna show my feelings to you
Told me I should go die
'Least that's how it sounded
Guess we leave it all where
I'm pissing limits
Civil servants think I'm listening
Passing by I'm dodging litmus
Blessings disguised as some lessons
Lesson 1 don't pay for misfits
love about her
Love to hang by herself
Love to stand in front
The mirror
Got nice long legs,
Look good in her
Skirts
And I have this
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
let me pitch a picture
To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
It's summertime, I can show you
when it's dirty still a hoe pulla
She wanna fuck my car im a go getta
Don't treat her like a star i'm a go-rilla
(Project Pat)
? like Alaska, make these
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
blessed me, so I hit up Project Pat to say hey
So much paper comin' in like Project a Banker
I don't want none of your weed
You can keep the drink
My ship
out the house
Devan never let me out
We were bumping Project Pat
Juicy J nobody else
Gucci GG on my belt
Versace shades all on my face
Bape boxers
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
she got a knack for my raps
That's a fact
Inspired her to dance in the show rooms
I say I don't do it for the profit
But if it comes with it, then
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