Lyrics:
İsterim yeşil Gatti dollar dollar money power
Olur kız müdavimi yanımda tek trap agalar
Trap, Trap old 808 Project Pat yeap!
Tarifi keşfet RIP V
how buck we get
For you niggas talkin' shit: project pat don't give a fuck
Step with that S on yo' chest, see how buck we get
Step with that S on yo'
pushin' flowers, probably be out here pushin' packs
36 O's for the mafia, I feel like Project Pat
Ayy, ayy, I can't stand a nigga always talkin' bout they
I like dreaming
Welcome to the afterlife
I like dreaming
I like dreaming
I like dreaming
Project pat don't give a fuck
Project pat don't give
asf, can’t make out what I say!
Kissing Mary Jane,
Can’t make out with a bitch, no way!
Feel like Project Pat,
The Genius Don’t Play!
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
6, K-Roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
(Project Pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
[Chorus 4x]
[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
{Project Pat}
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
Bet on us chief you get your money back
Stopwatch music you should cop a track
Flystitch cloth wear it on my back
Red Nightmare featuring Pat Pat
coming
{Project Pat}
so you want to try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
Yea, see when it come to these streets
Ya’ll niggas need to understand
A couple things you know you mention a name
Like Project Pat nigga
You gotta
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
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