Lyrics:
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
then I'm sailin
To a place where all you heard iz your vocab
Project Pat I'm on dis track goin up there
[Hook]
Pass me da muthafuckin blunt man
Hurry
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down
Motorcycle with it, with it,
, no, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, oh, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, but I'm about to hurt you
I'm essentially a savage
Don't lecture me, I'm mentally
That's you and me
So buy my CDs
Don't call the police cuz
They'll just shoot me
And that'll just make a scene
Post it online
But that won't change a thing
money mo problems
They call me S-T, ST Spittin to be exact...
[Verse: St Spittin]
Targets my back, all my people been fighting the war
Hoping shorter
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what I'm sayin
We gets respect
Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this hood
North
don't think she worth the time
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Gettin' money, smokin' za
Bitch that's all I really need
Man, come on, nigga, pass the blunt
Why you
empty
No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
God, level, Undadawg, TTG, yeah, yeah, okay, y'all know what's going on, let me speak to the elephant in the room, ayy, yeah
Don't call me black, no
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
be judged
I'm barely five shots In and I'm buzzed
She don't even drink she asking for the drugs
She like Pat why, why can't you fill me up?
I'm
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
l'owo ori e na
Other boys them no get liver so
They chase them outta town
I'm the last kid standing u
Can call me their sultan
Don't cry me a river baby
l'owo ori e na
Other boys them no get liver so
They chase them outta town
I'm the last kid standing u
Can call me their sultan
Don't cry me a river baby
300 beans
Not enough flow fo no po-sition
So I doubled up on rumors from Einsteineum
Bought Stellar and Ripple, caught a good run
And by the holidays
why? Niggas hit me
They call me 50, my AKA is two-gun-Charlie
Find me up at four in the mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo' projects by
a drill, drill, drill
I ain't no killer, but don't push me 'cause I will, will, will
'Cause I'm too gangster, I'm too pimp, and I'm a big, big deal
Don't get hot, stay up off my game
And quit meddling peddlin' these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can kick the seeds
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
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