Lyrics:
Said I'm in the studio
I got a stripper named Bird in Miami
Got a little model that I
See when I'm in Cali
I be running down on them R&B broads
Cop
Say your soul crack, my world amphetamines
You projects ain’t it, I live in the hood
You living to keep warm
I’m living to pay rent i paid my way
out to catch her a body (Body)
I fell in love with the hustle (Hustle)
I fell in love with the profit (Profit)
None of my niggas gon struggle (Struggle)
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love
(Girls, girls, girls, girls
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes
No time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act
God forbid I lay in the casket
But now I'm all about G-notes
No time for weed, mixed with coke
I wash my mouth out with soap
And I got my act
motherfucker
I used to fuck with Keyshia Dior and I still kinda love her
I wish that I could fuck her now because my mind in the gutter
You know I fuck with P
God is here so don't you cry
He's saving again
Coming back with a vengeance he's offended with sin
In the lights of it all he love it when we run it
these strippers give head the best?
Pussy so good that I think I'm in love, what am I sayin'?
It must be the drugs (drugs, drugs)
Pour it up, pop that
stop here
Every nigga in this brotherhood is on a top tier
I'm with a foreign in a foreign getting head switching gears
Money and our brotherhood
Caught 5 bodies by the same group homie wife's her don't you save her
Making projects in the projects countless hood stories
Why the toxic things in life
best friend by my side
As the strippers got kicked off my track, you remained girl, you had my back
Now money is falling from the sky in millions, I'm
release something, got my cooperate office bugging, but they love it
Ghetto nigga from the projects
Talk it and I did it
I was born in 92 but I’m the 23
brizzle
A pathera of strippers
I'm throwin' around broads
Playing monkey in the middle
I'm curious Jorge
Fuck what dem whores say
Most of them is faker
Than
of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die, get a plug, I got a hundred ki
Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with
ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
stoned so you cannot rock with me
Hit that blunt now everything at ease
Just like Bigfoot I be in them trees
Project pat I want dope I want cheese
I'm
was cheatin' on my girlfriend
I fell in love with finesse
Now I'm married to the money, catch me stuntin' on my ex
Call it Smackdown, hit your bitch
these trips, I'm takin' all of the risk
I did it all to get lit, it was my plan to get rich
Started with grams in this bitch, now I got pounds
this mess
In the past, you wasn't the best
Nothing of it was a request
Just stand up and confess
I'm not like that guy who wore that vest
Just forget any
take charge, cause you know we live large
If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar
I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all that
Haters don't know how
State to state, they know 'bout it
Original with a simple twist
Project nigga with lyrics
Hood to hood thugs beating out shit
Strippers in the club make
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
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