Lyrics:
presidents or something man
You know what I'm sayin a nigga
Got to get straight around this mother fucker
Niggas got that mutha fuckin shit
Don't wanna share
Oh shit! Pat's at it again
Making White folk mad in a panicky bend
Best of luck, if had a fuck
Wouldn't give it up
For the feelings of the children
you like a princess
Okay, so what?
That don't make you my girlfriend
Even if the world ends
Even if yours is circled around me
I want you in the worst
you like a princess
Okay, so what?
That don't make you my girlfriend
Even if the world ends
Even if yours is circled around me
I want you in the worst
down
Uh Aye
Choppas they leaving a sound
Ain't leaving no one around
We leave em' dead on the ground
Too many sticks in the club
We walk in no pat get
fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But
fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
around and let me pat you down
Let me pat you down
When I get in the club they was being real Crunk
Like Lil Jon
Like Lil Jon
So I walk through the club
off ya whole spot
Let a clip off and more shots
Niggas love Big Poppa, they wish Big around
Cuz I don't let them eat I
Lay my muscle game down
Imagine
Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up
Self made self paid man
P-I
gray but they'll turn out
Live to see you one day, hope you're around
In my prime, I'll give everyone everything they wanted
From my wallet
Don't know
around 'bout the fam crossing all the fakes out
I can tell by the sound that you never did
Never did nothing never turn nothing to something
And I be
Real nigga files (Hell yeah)
Project files (Yes sir)
(Everything 1k, dawg, yeah)
(Institution, for real man)
(You gotta stand firm, dawg
You gotta
Ain't nobody fit to do shit important
People really don't give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealin' around with the wrong
Or is eaten by a bear
That is some stupid ass shit I bet you never heard of
That is what these guys are sayin' if you ever heard 'em
If I had the chance
Back around me
Money good, now she back around me
Mmm
From the X, you'll get whacked about me
Trust me, I don't need no love, I need racks
and winning Oscars
Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah
Seventeen years
won't forget the name cause things ain't the same
Without a doubt, keep my dick in your mouth
Now quit using my name for clout
You'd better turn things
got no debit, just tryna survive in these projects
Proud citizen of the USA, where the higher class is the object
Poverty in communities just ask around
Yeah I feel like a monster
But I don't cave in
Now these demons are talking
I don't let em in
Cause I'm straight out the projects
Cause that's how we
And chains due to my roots, no doubt in the ring
On the road to riches and diamond speech
I might turn a bag of white sand into mountain peaks
Yo, I don't
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