Lyrics:
niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind
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
She get money
Ass n hips
She a bad lil broad
Never round them hatin hoes
She say ion fuck wit y'all
I don't fuck wit y'all
I don't I don't fuck wit
these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for
y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches
ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your
to the projects
They say I'm on tour while the Family package the product (uh uh)
Everybody gon' eat and I'm standin' next to that promise
Can't believe y'all
Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques
It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that
Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original Break Da Laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz
(He's heating up)
Yeah, yeah
It's somethin' 'bout a project chick, gotta love her
I ain't never too good to fuck a bitch from the hood
You can
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas fuck y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
the honor, y'all don't make the dollars
Y'all don't wanna work
Thought I'd love to be famous
I'm surrounded by the hate
I thought drugs were dangerous
money
We in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking
drop shit
Grind hard, no option
And I don’t fuck with no slime niggas cuz y’all move on opp shit
I only move with my dawgs cuz they stay silent naw we
of y'all
Mad 'cause they know no clique claimed to y'all
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right)
And I really got no time to play no
fuck a mic check
Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
Eat shit and die slow, battle ground
I'm loungin', dolomite mountains
Chomp by the pound, it's loud as shoutin'
Keep doubtin', I'ma keep countin'
Fuck y'all, I'm not reroutin'
Just
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin' on tortillahs,
Choppin' up a ki ah,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
cock these nines on these fools (x4)
{DJ Paul: talking}
hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck
right now
Say Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
Pat G’s in the house
My light’s bright even on a dark knight
Suits all black,
of that, shoes
We donating everything to y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't worry, y'all ain't by yourself
You need to know that
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