Lyrics:
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
tell the cartilage is gone
I'm the stone cold heavyweight that'll bait you in
Put you down with my team fool, and make you win
I laid the cut with
fréquence qu'leurs vices
Tant d'vils projects pendant qu'les villes s'engorgent de malaises
Marionnettes à l'aise ils t'endorment
Aux manettes "big bro" sorti
Work that cat to the right
Push it down
Push it up
Boom you dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream
Nigga you know
To make me bow bow bow bow
can't wait to fucking die while im sitting at my
Office chair
It's ergonomic
Give me any project and i'll work on it
Hey look! i got an email
From Fjord
I've gotta problem with the people that'll never give you credit
For the work you was doing for them
How many times do you spend a lot of time
You need a hot one I got one, I take and bend
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bout slide ride, work that cat
You need a hot one I got one, I take and bend
Shake it down, break it down, with me and a friend
Biggity bout slide ride, work that cat
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
peeps were under secret indictment
Sick of the path that'll get you hung by the neck
Sent him back up north to do a super long stretch again
keepin it hood
What it is? I'm the Opa Locka goon
Got work in the trap
And the Chevy droppin soon
See, Cash Money rubberbands 'em, bands 'em
Since I got
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,
life
Y'all already love project I gave you
Making big moves all night in the studio
Namos gonna be a name that'll soon be known
I wanna work with Kanye,
life
Y'all already love project I gave you
Making big moves all night in the studio
Namos gonna be a name that'll soon be known
I wanna work with Kanye,
take is one to tha' head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-Rees and 'Bauds, that is how I'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a Rolex
Roamin'
Work that cat to the right
Push it down
Push it up
Boom you dynamite
Lick it up like ice cream
Nigga you know
To make me bow bow bow bow
I dropped out of school
I'm hands-on, a real lesson
I still got something to prove
OT, they know EST preceded by my work
I get paid to rap a beat
no accountability for the bloating fears I project in every direction but inward
With covert intentions to scheme and manipulate
Always everybody
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo?,
the grass, now I see the grams out
Like I'm Project Pat, I ain't giving handouts
I'm loving her
She be running for a sandwich
Bitch hit the curb i'm hustling
done Tsung like Shang
Up the heat and burn him, his bitch screamin
Aang
He leanin' like wock when I flock him, no flame
Project Explizit ain't fucking
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
I know this don't make no fuckin sense
But I gotta clock cheese, to get my Gs
To stake my keys, to make OZs
Work in the project
An expedition in
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