Lyrics:
they livin' uptown
In the project, you know niggas be stun'n, round
If a nigga don't play ya nigga, go lay your ass down
Like a man, bruh you know how
Had to turn my pimpin' up
Playa play on, What's righteous
Pull up in some timeless
Diamond in the back, Teal lights up the brightness
Wood grain wheel
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin
cut your water off
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars, then we push off the lot
Back in the day,
cut your water off
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars, then we push off the lot
Back in the day,
on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now I'm act-in like, I'm holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
of fentanyl
I don't think they could see me or anything in general
They blinded by my light flashes put em on they asses
I'm getting aggressive in the moments I
gone, tryin' to score from me But they don't care - fuck that, not gon' play it like that Even though shit fucked up, my round still be chillin' That's my
fuck outta here
Run up on me, U bitch nigga I dare
When it come to you
Not a worry in the world
I’m chilling somewhere wit some puff In da air
Og
Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what I'm sayin
We gets respect
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
swear they play, man they some fake-ery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
swear they play, man they some fake-ery
Let me catch a girl up out some work in my site
And believe I'm gon' be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards
When I catch ya mark ass slippin'
I'm a blast ya
Half of ya fools get high before a drive-by
I don't
[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
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
the Dodgers or the Lakers
Man I put money on players
On the corner, with the Mayor of Pomona
So break down, bitch, in a serious fashion
If the pimpin' don't
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
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