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I take four steps back
I swear this pain is temporary
And I put that on Pat
If I said it
It's a fact
I ain't got a lie to kick it
How you start
life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin' what? twin glocks!
Shake
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on why'all boy,
why'all don't need to be f***in wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
tryna shake a couple cops
A broke a couple rules
Didn't graduate from school
'Cause I was busy hustling, man, I thought that shit was cool
See I gotta
Money check, on me. Phone check, on me
Heater check, where my reefer at; can't shake it off, it's on me
Got designer all on me, Versace cologning
of weeks, I'm at my peaks, I'm getting weak, I'm tryna speak
I don't wanna sound jealous, I don't love on myself, so I gotta go project that shit on somebody
niggaz
Bitch niggaz fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock, you get
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
took the good route?
And put my foot down? And shake that monkey off my hook now?
Now how would it be?
How would it be?
to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on why'all boy,
why'all don't need to be f***in wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
full or germs
Handling things with these mandolin strings
And the fiddle violin that the wild wind brings
Step, swept overseas by the oceans
Pat, call me Mister
Audi my car, with the kit
I'm the three piggy with brick
He the big wolf, get him blown up
Embroidery, get that boy sewed up
He
ago
I hate that gravity
Deterred by snow
Prayin ego grows
No
Goes away
I guess I see the sun another day
Distressed and glum
I ordered sane
You gave me
ago
I hate that gravity
Deterred by snow
Prayin ego grows
No
Goes away
I guess I see the sun another day
Distressed and glum
I ordered sane
You gave me
a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or he'll strike back
Shake your booty girl, Yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth,
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
Embracing mistakes
I will not shake
I will not break
It's not by my power
It's not by my strength
I'm forgiving myself (and others) everyday
I'm receiving His
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
But that don't mean that I don't blast off bazooka from a black hawk, yeah
Now won't you wobble wobble
Let me see you shake it shake it
Now won't you
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