Lyrics:
get that
I get that
I kickback
Let’s flip that?
I whip that
Now get back
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Flyer than a saucer
I should say a rocket ship
I'm so
bitch
I got gold on my teeth and neck
I'm shining as a bitch
Bitch look and see this shit
Niggas mad than a bitch
Forty cocked, in the parking lot
Get
anymore room in them jeans
For a freaky motherfucker like me
A ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth
Goddamn you fine wit a big behind
I just wanna touch your
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
the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
See, niggas in the South wear gold teeth and gold
the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmm, hmm
(And it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah)
See, niggas in the South wear gold teeth and gold
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
reaction time, when you step outta line nigga
Ridin on 24's, what we specialize in
TV in our lap, fully loaded while we drivin
Gold teeth, good Lord chickens
cash don't breathe
See a nigga flex- no sleeve
Project pat gold teeth
Ride wit a bad bih convoy
Fly condo call it condor
My pockets not slim nor
infactuated by the ropes and the shiny
gold teeth I was to big to break dance
fuck spiining on my back
my role models now run numbers and sell
crack this
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
niggas through my project maze
That cop, he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you breathless
Everyday he makin' ten arrests, shit
My nigga,
Something? I'm talking like I'm forty
Not me, born in '93
By then, have a time piece, gold teeth
Ain't there yet, still need more breesh
Smoke more bleeps
standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you want to
Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers
with two gold teeth
From out the St bernard Projects
I slept, 'cause shawty used to break it off
She had two sons
I used to buy them lil' racing cars
But
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
Pimp Squad Clique
Keep it pimpin mayne!
[Chorus: T.I.]
So many diamonds in my teeth you can't see no gold
Hundred ki's in the streets, every week no O
and inform the press
Yet I express distress when so close to success
I may collapse in on myself like a dying star
But just know I'll go gold by tomorrow
My
cause I wear gold fronts
If honey wants to flam it's no thing to me at all
Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball
I'm a go-getter, and I'm out
blunts
Clean my hairs wit the stories of
The niggas that the streets feared
Brush my teeth wit corruption
The comet is coming
The projects is crumbling
is Ecstasy
It's nice to meet
It's nice to meet you
Got gold in my teeth
Can't you see?
I like to brag
Can't you see?
I'm Ecstasy
I'm Ecstasy
Hi my
twister (yeah)
It's the now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?)
til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin' my thing
or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
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