Lyrics:
manage ya
I ain't tryin' be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
(You know uou want to)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya
I know how to handle ya
you down, Pat Beverley
I'll kiss your breast so tenderly, wussup? (Your breast)
How are you so hot and so cute? (How?)
I wanna make a language up
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
Hype on the mic when I rap
Bass in ya face n it slap
Lemme show you how to rap
Facts on da wax when I rap
That shit is wack
No cap
Lemme show you
lemme show what I do
They callin me the money man, I'll make it rain on you
Girl I'm lovin what you do
Like how you get that fine?
I'm tryna be with you
beat, who the heck
are you telling? Cannabis for men so you know how I'm smelling!
Bouncers wanna pat us down but we still bring the L in!
DJ Madden
him, nigga
What about him
And uh
For them fools carrying tools just to end up in news
There's a better way for you all, he can show you the moves
neva be brothin
Koopsta stands out from the niggas
who thinkin they hard
I flow up to star
bust in like you da boss
Kaze got my back
now watch how
twerk twerk
Go ahead lil bitch I'm tryna see you perk that ass up
All the bad bitches make it go up and down
All of Morgantown screaming how they like me
it
Can I tell you what that tongue do
What the tongue do
Better yet lemme show you
Lemme show you
You fresh as fuck check the glow up
Lemme choke you
want this bullet let me show you how a brain sleep
Yeah had a couple different gangstas come and bless a nigga game
Once I make it to the top I'm gon
right now
With you and me
They feeling my style
Like pat down
Done with the army
I'm back now
My goals
Book shows
Venues, packed out
These hooks pacquaio
the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
and make a killin
Project Pat please tell these motherfuckers how I'm feelin
[Chorus]
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
P, lemme hear you say, "Uh")
Uh
Nigga, this ain't no mothafuckin' P
Man, hang the phone up
Uh
Na-na, na-na
Make 'em say, "Uh" (uh)
Na-na,
How far come and give me money
Ehh yaa, yh Yeah
Ehh yaa, yh Yeah; it's not my style
When you gon lemme me too, Lemme go
I dont wanna know, you gone
give you the game, but I can show the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And get what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Weezy
give you the game, but I can show the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And get what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Weezy
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Lemme tell you
How I made it here
Lemme tell you
Why they will never see me bleed
Everytime that I look in the mirror
I can tell you im always
Man, lemme go and welcome you
To the mstr-tyk project
Collaborations like this come when the moon lines up just right in the night sky
And I
Ughh ughh yeah
This is Beanie Seigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up not your hate up niggas
You know how you
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