Lyrics:
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
cheese like the leaves in my hand bricka
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids gold teeth-a
I'm out here makin' sense
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
My brothers talk money not Nonsense
Word to mommy
We stay in some fly shit
It's A blessing
Dont live in the Projects
Every night working Hard
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
business with a stranger
Contract killers comin' when I feel endangered
Early 90s reminiscin' when I had a pager
Triple beam dreams, now Pat Riley my
niggas got money and forgot who they are
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never
My people need me, my heart is
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
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
put the bullets up in my body
But that's if I'm a gonna
When I smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitch
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
on the block with the fiends and the moon
Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon
He done stole my dough, he took my food
Project wasn't born with a silver
out here with the yay
We been counting money on them
We some rich young niggas out the projects
Still counting money on em
Screaming fuck them other
that you are no equal
While you are spending my money
You are afraid you are no equal
While you are spending my money
You can kill me, you can kill them
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
any drugs sir searchin in my car
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and y'all don't make a sound
out here with the yay
We been counting money on them
We some rich young niggas out the projects
Still counting money on em
Screaming fuck them other
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