Lyrics:
then yell here's Lumberjack Pat
I'ma burly guy, a real woodsman
I surly hurt thee with a real good plan
I don't use a chainsaw, it makes too much damn
turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick
freaky ass
Girl, go and bust it open with your freaky ass
I'm getting money with my dogs
Project Pat on them hoes
I'ma hit it like a dog
Then I'ma
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) (4X)
[Project Pat]
I'm
turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick
turn around and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop
(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack
make your booty go bump, bump
You got a whole lot a junk in your trunk, trunk (Come on)
Girls shake your booty don't stop, stop (Yep)
Turn around
some ice inside this rink
I need some diamonds around my neck
When I look at it sky turn pink
They say Big Spazzo not top five
Man I don't give a fuck
on?
Fuck no!
Walk around town I'm a suspect
Me and Gunna steady stomping
Through your Projects
Rest in peace, Killa's gone out the Projects
Boobie
cheese like the leaves in my hand bricka
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids gold teeth-a
I'm out here makin' sense
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
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,
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
niggas, Project Niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas)
[Verse- Prodigy]
P is a triple threat, VIP, the don't
P, bitch get a look at his arm
on Benz back to back (Benz)
I'm bringing back that Crunchy Black
Project Pat and La Chat
Crunchy black nigga, we don't chat
Nigga we don't
Rap nigga,
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
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
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
Don't whisper
Don't talk
Don't run if you can walk
Don't cheat, compete
Don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train
Don't eat
Don't spill
Don't whisper
Don't talk
Don't run if you can walk
Don't cheat, compete
Don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train
Don't eat
Don't spill
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
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