Lyrics:
on the foe sleeping on the floor
When I'm on the go shit to stear
Know one around or near
Not a soul to slug a beer
Turn-over rate soft stomach date
I'm
turn around and snatch your sack
Before I came out niggas was wearing slack
I brought the curl back and the golf hat
The black poker sack and this
u all in
A ride if i fly in a jet in my hood u
Need a chopper might get by
Wit a techya hear me
My young got the chopper once he turn
Around it's
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
don’t feel this love
You can turn it, turn it around
If life is upside down
All you need is the right day
To give a fuck
Life will turn you turn you
I'm feelin' freak nasty
You wanna smack me?
Don't put it past me
I say it brashly
I talk so trashy
So baby come here sit
I'll turn around, bend down
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
can explain this
Projects remain nameless
But the lifestyle gets exploited by the rich and famous
Shameless how the carry themselves zoned out brainless
not
Cool with me, but truthfully
I don't even care, if I went on tour you be a groupie
In a school of sharks
I don't even play around with the cards
that pape on hoes, just remember this
She don't love you, she don't care, she just around for benefits
But I got plenty sense, try your luck to pimp
Jesus' traps
Who's got the heart to stand beside me?
I feel my enemies creepin' up in silence
Dark prayers
Scream violence - demons all around me
Can't
heavy drip no rain shower/ No pat downs don't touch me Miami Dade I'm Mike Lawrey/We send it up any city ya'll lookin for me come get me/Turn ya
and
The ones who down to ride, drinks up
(drinks up) free my niggas (free my niggas)
We getting money
Screaming fuck you and your feelings
Don't make me do it
a nigga turn me up, it ain't no turnin' down
I don't really fuck with bro so he can't come around (no)
You can't come into my spot if you can't buy
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
Turn his noodles into pasta smoke like I'm a Rasta
My shooter from Ghana slap guns like Hakuna Matata
I came from the projects i need me a young
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your
Seats into a Playtex
Yes, member of a fly society
It's been a long time, I hope that you don't slam the door
I tried to walk away but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like
friends turn foes
When I come around they sticking up they nose
Real big chain on me
Know it's on froze
Real big frame on me
Know I'm getting chose
Still
Now back around
Get signed by the pats
What's he gonna do? I don't know sexual assault perhaps
Hello my friends
Thought this was gonna be the end
But I
Don't turn around, don't give up now
Don't turn around, don't give up hope
Try to make sense of all this
Mess that we're in and we can't get out
life, it means a lot to a player when he's chasing his dream
My life, it takes a lot to turn a player around
My life, especially in the playa moment
of my city
Ghetto… nigga from the projects
Talk it and I did it
I was born in 92 but I’m the 23 of my city
Got my homies here wit me
Gotta bad bitch by
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
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