Lyrics:
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
And now it's time to have Sing, Pat, Sing
I feel a song comin' on
It's a song that's coming on
And before the mood is gone
Sing, Pat, sing
It's
(It's hard to focus on your grind)
(Cause you got everything on the line gambling)
Still in the projects but I swear I got a plan
I opened shop with
and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all
and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all
even at me nigga)
Say I’m your bro, you ain’t my bro
Don’t even even pat me (Don’t even pat me nigga)
If you ain’t got these checks all the best
Don’t
an' try to crank this old thing"
"An' pat the accelerator a little bit"
"Yeah, I almost got it"
"Pat the accelerator a little bit more"
"It
she got a knack for my raps
That's a fact
Inspired her to dance in the show rooms
I say I don't do it for the profit
But if it comes with it, then
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
and clothes
Eating popcorn, and drinking
And drinking all damn day
Problem when you was eating the shit
Lickin' yo fingers and shit
(Project Pat) i don't
I got a diamond tester in the back
All of my gold shine, Project Pat
She want relations, I don't interact
Vivienne West bag on my back
Fuckin' this
Fonzarelli
Sparkin' Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
On the celly, blown Benz, chrome rims
Shinin' like the stone gems on my gold rings
I got it sewn
blown Benz, chrome rims
Shinin' like the stone gems on my gold rings
I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story
That soared me from
gotta get dis damn grip
By any means necessary
N***as is looking like dey preparing for f***in war
But I gotta give all I got, and I gotta give it more
Im
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
I say black lives matter, but ion really fuck with people
Smoke a wood all by myself and i get higher then a eagle
And this glock like a F.N but it
Dance, Juicy J's her dad
I'm in the hood, like Project Pat
I'm sipping dat drank, that drank
Leave a nigga so low, low
I'm taking your bitch, like limbo
I
"boy what you got right there?"
I said, "I ain't gonna lie,
Damn near a whole pie"
Cook it, wait to be a millionaire?!
Hoe see nigga fall off, nigga
With my album date announced, I pronounce I'm a killa
Bumping everything from Project Pat to Dilla
It's, truly disgusting the amount of money that we
I willing to go up to the mountain top to see
What is waiting for me
Could it be that I've been crawling in the night
Afraid of being burned by
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