Lyrics:
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
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
[Chorus]
She's in love with a hustla
She don't be messing with them suckas
Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on
And I know
rocking true religion
Thugging for real was living in hell i keep my shooter with me
And i got love for all my people still a do a nigga
You ever looked
Project style, ate government cheese for a while
Pop Duke wasn't there 'cause he had to do a bid
so momma love stuck with these bad ass kids
She
(Damn 28's)
Then I Be LIke Girl U Know Just Who I Am (Don't Hate)
Say I Done Fell In Love With A Stripper Ya'll
All I Do Is Flirt With Her, And I Get Them
Codeine all up in the pineapple Fanta
Probably die as a young nigga, ayy
I'ma be a legend when I go
If I die-ie-ie-ie-ie
All of my niggas they came with
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
(J) these
motherfucker
I used to fuck with Keyshia Dior and I still kinda love her
I wish that I could fuck her now because my mind in the gutter
You know I fuck with P
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,
I am its going down
Ya'll best move to town
When I'm in the forest
I kill who's ever closest
Lumberjack Pat
Lumberjack Pat
Lumberjack Pat
Lumberjack
a stain off in Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
Max box jumping with the kilograms
I feel your pain
be
Still i feel some Jealously
Still i feel tempted cause women my vice
Gamble with love I'm rolling the dice
A rolling stone the more that ive grown
and handsome
I just look that way
I'm a canvas that bleeds
And I'm painted with fingers
Childish pictures of you that still linger
Bury you're wasted into
keeper, if you listen and you dissect
All I talk is money if you listen to my dialect
Bitch, I shot "Grindin'" in my mama's mama's projects
I'm just
And Thats Some Higher Learning
Trying Ta Excel With The Brake On
I'll Have You Stuck In The Same Spot
With The Tires Burnin
And Im A Liar Turnin 19, Jaded
Or call me on the phone (nah)
I've got everything I need
Cause my stripper's at home
She thinks I'm going out when I get off work
But I'm headed home so I
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
I'm coming in first
Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear view
Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew
Now I'm in
father and son (worth a couple of mill')
And I love you, and you love me
And we came to represent the CP3
(With a knick-knack paddywhack lil' soldiers
and a Ar
We gone pull up broad day with that hk
Who that it's lil Kodak project baby
Audi A8 im gettin to the damn cake
In Club Lux you catch me
Sticking in
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