Lyrics:
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
project pat got project straps
Ya know what that mean cheese and dope in the back
Lets get it still dirty out the muddy
I'm from the 'bany gotta show me
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
billion souls within
Dollop up a dolloping, eat your soup and wallow in
The misery you're following, the money's up, the dollar's in
The shallow
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
even Bo knows
My versatility capability can simply bruise you
Y to the o-u-n-g, another G-to the u-n-s
Let's back up, shortie, from the naughty like
'lacs, tops missing
Dope tracks, not syringes, come and visit how Ii'm living
Houses and apartment buildings, all got the projects in them
We all got
the f*** away from n****z you got no business,
we don't give a f*** about nothin', we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure s***, uncut.
[Chorus: x2
by the store
Chorus (2x)
[Magic]
(Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy
Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi
Bitches will love to have
the headliner
I was adored by the headliner
Even fucked those two bitches together, dawg
That shit was too much for me
I had to take December off
2022 I'm
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
dollars to bigga figgas
Just like madame dame said, all about the skrilla killa
Heavyweight, dope by the freight, headed to yo state
Call me Mr.
the f*** away from n****z you got no business,
we don't give a f*** about nothin', we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure s***, uncut.
[Chorus: x2
cocaine back in those days
There was 85 percent chance it was my cocaine
I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today
20 billion dollars got me 27
in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill
[Verse 2: Domangue]
Real recognize real, you prefer a name
Guns waved
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
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
checked
Two trailing zeros is
Greater than none
A hundred pennies for every dollar
We're the change
You're the Status quo
A light purse is a curse
A hundred
still be on my neck
Curve these h*es but never wreck
Tell me why these n*ggas pressed
Cause I'm popular
Used to be broke man I got my dollars up
Man
'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
I'm out here chasin' cream
Go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
Need it by any means
Uh, money the rule
Made it out the project now my pockets filled with hunnids
Seen these n**** selling BS ain't nobody gon' buy s***
Take it from me n**** I'm always
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