Lyrics:
Project Pat
And a bit of Jeezy
Boy getting bands like I'm backstreet
Run up a check like a track meet
Used to take Uber and taxi
Now Maybach I sit in
And what comes in tow may be lacking soul
I
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
stretch marks and that cellulite
All this shit a' make a
Dollar in their proper places
I'm making big bass more loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases
Don
Nigga, that's how I bet a thou
Project Poe, I'm the project hoe
That means, every-time I talk, the projects spoke
And we in the same struggle
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud
I'm tryna run up a check
Man I'm tryna get this money
You bitches hate too much
Catch me boolin' by myself
I don't hang in a bunch
Trust me she ain't
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
window cant through the Front i know its some in this Bitch i can tell by how its Furnished it was night we saw a Light got a scared and took off Running
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,
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
in the projects
We all come together to share what we got
No one can stop us not even the cops
Trapping together we drinking drop
My life's a movie I
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
of gas, never seen advance check
I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects
I got one, two, three four shooters clutchin' carbines
I'm in
could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride
We made a project in
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
slide by
In a drop wit yo Bae on the Southside
Pat em down check his mans
We got MOB ties
Frito-lay countin' cake sipping Mai Tais
I'm on tour in yo city
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
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