Lyrics:
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
tell me what you think"
He was like "Yeah"
He was like "Yeah"
I'm like Bruh like we should do a project where we got literally got 2 Sides
This is three
and don’t wife em
Left him on read while I’m typing
By any means imma get it
Whatever they said I did I did it
I don’t write I just say it
Get
grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[B.G.]
Started
the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Where the true power resides, On the lower east side!
(sfx cheering)
V3 Fanny
Let’s do this…
(sfx, cheering)
V4 Group / Chorus 4 x
1 -Boycott beef
2
the only reason I keep by my side otherwise I'd leave her
Mama told me never trust a bitch, but don't mistreat them
You can save all ya apologies and sorry,
a million on his head
Gotta look out for his children, he got picked up by the feds
Give a fuck about 'he say, she say' I don't wanna hear about what they
Forever rated never outdated
R.F to your projects from Drew Ham to Sudan
When we clap we don't even need two hands
More money more murder more
gotta be (be)
That's what the vision see
Yeah I know
I'm gonna keep her by my side
She my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde (clyde)
I'm gonna ride till I die (die)
Ayyhh luca Brasi two nigga
Ayyhh i don't get tired
Cocaine whippin', in the Pyrex stiffen
Wrist flickin' with the wisk
I don't get tired!
Hit it
quite upright and
Walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
Knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
[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
gotta be (be)
That's what the vision see
Yeah I know
I'm gonna keep her by my side
She my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde (clyde)
I'm gonna ride till I die (die)
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
like Orlando
You mad cause ya' bitch on my dick
She a fan though
And you can tell her make a wish
Blow the candle
I got two side bitches and a main chick
expect nothin from no guy
She plays aggressive but she's still shy
But you'll never know her softer side, by lookin' in her eyes
Knowin' she can do for
what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met
lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah)
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the angels never cry,
Ready to start shit? (OneHunnid on the beat)
(DY Krazy)
God come and take me out, this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more, I
I
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