Lyrics:
no picks and chooses
Cuz I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit me
I'm so
I Do not fold under pressure
Try to hit me
With possession
Lighting one up
It's a session
Ride by myself like a Tesla
Neena so over protective
I took
lips and thick thighs
Stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
Or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
Fuck
the young niggas watching, I'm rocking my jewelry
Turn it into franchises as you maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for them days I miss
Never have no picks and chooses
'Cause I hits and lose 'em
And go to the hotel and switch for ruggy
Like a hot, spicy, fire, project girl ta duck wit'
Rare breed, this era a buncha fuckin' weirdos
Glock nine extender on it come with the air holes
Raised with the sharks, you lookin' for heart, you
through, they gone pat down
She said she want it go and get it, ain't no hand outs
We don't back down, get it till we cash out
If she bad I might just hit it
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
blame them, it's all just by design
Take it all with a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me, I got you always
Always, always and forever
Always,
H-Town on the double
So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by
lips and thick thighs
Stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
Or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
Fuck
lips and thick thighs
Stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
Or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
Fuck
lips and thick thighs
Stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
Or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
Or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed
Fuck
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
niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
And a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue
Full
it can all change
When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane
See I done dodged a couple shots
Served a couple blocks
Hit a couple corners tryna
falling apart you make me wanna scream
Put a hole in your heart
With that Glock with a beam
Glock with the beam
Don't fall in love 'cause it's not
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
today
I have a project that has only become more detailed and epic in scope with time
I don't know if I'll ever actually hit cut and print on it
It isn't
[Juvenile]
You think this shit happened for me over tha night
This is my life
Everybody know I be on tha flight
To get it right, and keep it
Yeh yeh yeh whoa
Top down in the city
Couple day ones rolling with me
See me in traffic getting busy
I walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
(Verse 1 - Project105)
I got lots who didn't
Now I been moving like we dropped like a shipment
Time to get it
No time for the bitches
Now my
picture screen
Made it so the black guy doesn't die by the opening scene
It's the decline of the cathartic writer
And the label's who couldn't market
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