Lyrics:
project to double that
100k make her double back
But on this pace I doubt that shit would last
Eat those words
But never back track
Had a lot of homies
I
turf
The cha cha give it up quick
Double up, I double my grip
Quicker than set trip
Get wet tip of my tech rips ya neck
Gents fall it hit y'all
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
From the islands to the mountains
Where pioneers engineering
New sounds concurring
Bounce to the reflex it's alien music
Project new visions of light
So Set Your Phasers On Kill If Ya Will So Catch The Feeling
Got Your Head A Pumping A Back And Forth Until It Hits The Ceiling
Now I'm Wheeling
year our depth is, uh, you know it's pretty apparent
And we're getting a lot of contributions from everyone so
It's a big part of winning, so we gotta
'Cause it can all change
When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane
See I done dodged a couple shots
Served a couple blocks
Hit a couple corners
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
I need some confidence
I need a lot of it
My dad said I had no common sense
I passed on scholarships
Only smiling when the dollars hit
My inner peace
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
hit the grave
How you know ya wine but got no knowledge of the grapes
It's insane I won't even know ya face
Save my talents and my space for people
about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
Gbx
Nouvel dimansyon 160
Fricky fricky epi plat men
Gen lontan map swiv yon wout sanm pat deplase
M te rete nan yon limit sanm pat depase
Game lan
nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost three thirty five
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
catch the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys
the hottest
My little cousin bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin'
a whole lot
Let me tell ya ‘bout it
Like (What)
How I seen a whole cop (Cop)
Throw a whole shot
Through a nigga torso (Yeah)
Leavin' more holes
Than a porno
make another hit like this I release it
Been on a long road, don't got regrets
Now I'm at my peak and I used to be a reject
I didn't have faith and I
on me (pow)
Woah play a lot (lot)
We rap the same bullshit cause
We can’t say a lot
And if you try to break the rules
You gonna hit the rock (rock)
RIP
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
southern
It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my
got me thinking that on god i got to be another Rosa parks
And the bonus march it is a heresy so i'm a need a whole lot of donor arms
Noble hands
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