Lyrics:
out
Lemme pat down for a minute
Put ya glass down
Tryna pass out when I'm in it now
Wasn't long you was mine babe
I was in the wrong on the right day
We
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know
over me like paparazzi
I hate these hoes man they so toxic
You dropping K, we see yo face
Then we gon' drop it
I seen a lot of fuck niggas like you
But
a broke nigga mad
Make him envy
Never bowing down to a bitch, it ain't in me
Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm
Tryna ride that bitch
Pat your running up
the Benz so the watch can hit
The car was five hundred, so I can sit (woo)
On the back seat, it's too hot from stick (brrt)
Park right in front
aspect
I Love it, when I'm high
I'm at my Best, when I'm hiiigh
I like my sex, when I'm hii-iiigh
Cash, Tecs flash Tecs
When I ride through ya projects
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
mean nothin'
If their music ain't really cuttin' it they can hit the g-g-gutter
One day y'all gon' see me (see me), I make shy look freaky (freaky)
I
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
like Jordan's we don't wear the same clothes
It's just me pat n sal when it's time to hit that road
It's just me pat n sal when we cash out on the bows
I'm out of my mind like a blond haired kid on MK Ultra
Strapped with an AR 15 I just got from Nova Scotia Pat Stay just sent it over
Get a pat on my
a whole plate and ????? holes
I'm mo south Memphis mane I chopped em at the wig shop
I'm mo south Memphis ????????????????? Infamous
Chorus
(Project Pat
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold digging for them
and mental balance
I get hit with inner demons but GOD I do love the challenge
BITCH I got it
Yeah I got it
You know I’m bout it
Bitch I got it
Yeah I got it
find you to do what you care
Hanging in the motherfucking
Liquor store, let you know
Wanna sight your doe holes
Scarin like a scarecrow
Hit the floor
Who
Like the broads in the beauty shop talkin a lot they want what you got
It ain't no doubt about that
As they [?] winkin they eyes at this player Fat Pat
I
my mind
IT means that neither one of freakish clowns
Ain't even a "Penny Wise"
And as far clowning goes? I may joke around a lot
But I never just
I got the bag the dúss
Twelve hundred dollar shoes
The stash, the juice
It cost alot of ooze
The gas the goose
I'm jumping off the moon
If that's
Reflections nothing but an empty husk-- blind and weak
But remember that what's real isn't what it seems
When I escape into that hole where I stare at a screen
it
Who do I catch bitch?
Real rock, rap and not a Xerox, we're not
Enough to make ya fear a lot, from here watch
I ran scrimmage, and I fought
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