Lyrics:
baby momma she can suck a nigga dick
Straight from the corna, the north is ma hood
I don rode on 4 flats and it's still all good
Project Pat is outta
Aye can you throw on some shit my dad would listen to?
Just cause I love you, don't mean that I won't deceive you
Or be deceived by evil
I promise
Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards
When I catch ya mark ass slippin'
I'm a blast ya
Half of ya fools get high before a drive-by
I don't
Ain't no disguises rats snakes roaches n da projects
No flaugin hood got animals like busch garden
Violent eat or be ate by yo own kind den
Grimey
don't get fed I'm breaking bread
Judged a book by da cover den double backed you left on read
I ease my mind off pat ron it's too much fent to switch
Project Pat
That Mista Don't hit
Grand fuckin Nat
I hope I'm gone get
This is for the 9-5 Chevy drivers
Or niggas selling dope
To keep the hope around us
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
Yeah,it's on for the 1-9-9-9
Project Pat in this hoe
Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker
Hypnotize done made it
You know the business hoe
UDDA, UDDA
Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit
But I'll flip the style like half a brick
So give me space like NASA, one
Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
no Ls (Fuck)
Had to hit up project pat
For a verse
20 20 feelin blessed
I ain't cursed
Yeah I hit em with the truth
Cause its hurts
Gettin
derranged, gettin' silly maybe
The way she shook her ass I told her girl you silly baby
[Polow Da Don]
V.I.C., Collipark, Polow Da Don, Get Money
Pretty
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
[Chorus x4]
So High, The time is
So High, So High, So High
So High, The time is
H-A-Y slice the blunt, high grade shit (the time is)
[Project Pat
Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I
tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't never hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
Give me da number im finna call her
But dat won't tell you where auntie went
Lil nig
I'll hang some bread on ya head
Den laugh about it when you get
the down payment
You talking all that Jazz
Get yourself
Mutilated
Gorilla pimpin is an all season sport ( season sport )
I learned that from
Project pat
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets
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