Lyrics:
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
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
i had bigger dreams my brother was a baller I need bigger rings 100 stacks in the bank what you niggas thank i get inspired by the hate when they say
dream about sex
With you, got you a nigga from the projects
Hold up, young nigga switching them lanes
I'm on my way to the door
Shawty, let's charter
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
that?), that's my lil' boo thing (mwah)
Two men in the truck (say what?), I used to move things
Happy when I get it, hate to spend it, havin' mood swings
[INTRO]
Icey
Why they got to hate on me?
(I don't know, I guess they love my swag, love my swag, love my swag)
Ha ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
killing hoes
Swag kills bitches like a hunter shooting does
If looks could kill, baby, I'm an average
Hate fuels my pen, rage-induced blindness
Guess who's
had a plate
Now, I got some different swag and they wanna hate
Bitch I pull up to your block then I illuminate
By the look up in your eyes, I can see
Crowd be goin' stupid, they goin' retarded
Drop my project in the projects
Drop my project in the projects
Drop my project in the projects
They just
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown
dealing with stress
Gotta love em from a distance cuz they hate you up front
Tried of snake ass niggas constantly copying my swag
Ain't nobody really
and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin
the projects and ask em' for Jeezy
Hatin' ass niggas them the ones I hate the most
Feds tried to get him but they never came close
Got the heads up nigga I
my head down
I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will I ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now I
Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals
Payin' the rent
Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head,
seat cause haters on why
they want to hate us is what im thinkin up in my mind
and thats the same reason why these bustin igganas
(niggas) are steadily
Caught 5 bodies by the same group homie wife's her don't you save her
Making projects in the projects countless hood stories
Why the toxic things in life
These niggas be bitin' the swag
I told em', "get off, my dick"
Walk in the spot I got like ten hoes tryna pull up but I don't want none of that shit
flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause
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