Lyrics:
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Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
Fat black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Fat
drama
To my niggas with figures, say, "I love my baby mama"
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed your breasts
I put you inside the flyest
'cause I got it now
She love to see when daddy got it on, come give me head with your bonnet on
I like ghetto women 'cause I came from the ghetto
I'm
scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
[Project Pat]
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin'
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
That ass walk by you in Shop make you do a double take
Juicebox thirst trap she stay wet like a lake
She bend over and split
With her hands on her hips
drama
To my niggas with figures, say, "I love my baby mama"
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed your breasts
I put you inside the flyest
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
any day
I been smoking narcotics I'm caught up inside of a problem
I prolly wont heal today
Fell in love with that cake cause you know it be based
on
Still in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was home
Ridin' on chrome
Bangin' with my bub lights on
Ridin' home
South east of the astrodome
I'm Fat Pat's clone
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis
Kidnappin' muthafuckaz, stick a burl in
Zipper, she gonna get it with her teeth
She unzipped mine nigga!
Walk around town I'm a suspect
Me and Gunna steady stomping
Through your Projects
Rest in
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