Project 1 (feat. Baby Pure & Glock117)
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Unhuh, This That Pain Shit Right Here Pour a four up everyday just to take The pain away Same niggas used to hate Be Wanting to post me everyday But my mama told me have faith We gone make out one day I be posted in the raq so every Day I got to pray Posted outside with that drac Every time I ride my bike I risk My life nigga f*ck that case My nigga Myro had a closed Casket I couldn't even see See his face Yea He claim he got dem pounds I caught him on the Conner selling Shake Once I make it to the top I want to see them niggas face I want to see if them niggas hate Gang Every time I find a beat I rip That bitch I ain't never gone stop He saw that beam from across The street I heard that nigga got hit in his Top Niggas anit got real opps What's In that cup real wock She asked why I don't love her Cuz bitch I ain't got no heart Lil nigga I been real from the Start Put that SRT in park I remember sliding everyday I was Never at the park Like a dog I hold my ground Everyday you gon hear my Bark Ayeee, Ayeee, Lil bro don't got to bark, Ayee, Ayee, Big bro gone let it spark Ayeee, Ayeee, Ayeee, Ayeee Big bro gone let it spark You ever bagged up in the dark Can't dive up in that water you tweaking That bitch filled up with sharks Post guns On the gram he a narc Big Pure i just play my part Throw that switch just like it's a dart Her pussy ain't the best i just like the arch We Serving them pounds i do it like it fitness Guns in the attic, the dope in the kitchen Move descret can't leave no witness Twenty four-seven We standing on business We answer the phone we ain't doing no missing Aim at his lips and this bitch gone kiss em Soon as he hop out of that V, kill em Bro get bumped for this B, we gone get em Nigga Every time I ride my bike lil nigga i got my pipe Twelve can't mike me i know my rights Lil nigga let's bump let's do it on site Glock two-three this bitch ain't Mike Niggas be dissing that's shit be lite Let's measure the money I do it by height These niggas play crazy they really polite Beat down the block i see a opp I walk him down Smoking Pure Exoticss got the hottest in the town Bitch I hang with real steppers when we walk we shake the ground If you ain't gang then you can't kick it we can't mix up in the crowd Yea I get shiesty if you know if you don't you better blow Ain't no friends out in this shit cuz they gone help you than backdoor That's why I keep the heater on me like the crib when it get cold On the road with all the killer about to sell it at the show Foe nem tweaking of that x they get to bugging in the store Had to hop out with my cup and spilt the drank on all my clothes Tryna tell them pussy niggas here come twelve we got to go Cause I can't catch another case i'm doing three right through the door We get pound after pound We send round after round Any pussy nigga hate then we gone treat him like a clown On Trey-eight I want the smoke you say his name it's going down I'm a king and you a peasant you gone die you touch my crown And that's on gang
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Written by: Anthony Williams, Brandon Williams, Jaihem Jackson
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