Lyrics:
cause
I'm Naughty by Nature
Not 'cause I hate cha!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
Even though I forgave ya when you had
Without havin' the same name (that, that, that, that, that)
They may flame (but, but, but, but)
But, shawty, we burn it up
The sag in my swag, pep in my
that I will project
My images of sorrow, pain and sex upon
Although there is no difference
Between the three as you are listening
I want you to know that
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
Whoa
All this money comin' fast, I can't find nowhere to stash it
Lil' mama ass fat, huh, I can't wait to smash it
Chokers on my neck boy, yeah
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
how to mix
And I don't really consider it an album for real
Because as my first album it just doesn't live up to that good of a project feel
a bit not to consider the rep, heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
'Cause I'm naughty by nature, not cause I hate ya!
You put your
'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck
feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I'm
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
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
(trappin)
Whether you my friend or foe
Better believe I'm trained to go (TTG)
I disguise my pain
By orderin' up ones and lettin' em go
FUTURE!
I got no roof
Houdini
Eat blue meanie
Tripping from the fact
Chance is teeny
Like linguini
It's skinny not fat
Yo where my backup at?
I hear some chitter chat
Followed by
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too
So I know how part of you feels
Maybe you hate me
Maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
Life goes
HOOK
Set my ephod like my tac vest filled with mags of scrip
When I kit up get this work its more than swag or drip
Set my ephod like my tac vest
the bridge centre, Oh shit, here go my bad spending habits again
Even though I hate ye cunts sometimes, I'm repping Tullamore till the end
Doesn't mean I'm
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
the whip push Button
Chain on Freeze but I’m hot as any oven
You can hate on me while I keep dis comin
I fill dat blunt up wit Pressure my N***a
No I
Discuss these hate my swag by project pat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In