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You know we got that fye
You know we got that fye
You know we got that fye
You know we got that fye
You know we got that fye
You know we got that, we

up
Wanna beef about ah hoe
Boy I fyed that lil head up
I was in dem projects young as fuck chasing after that bread truck
Talm bout sprinting

only word he know is fye fye
Boy you niggas scary like a sye fye
Hit her with the dick and left her cockeyed
Racks up I'm knotted like a black tye

The Rolls Royce smothered in cashmere
A mean rookie
I'm seeing pussy like it's a pat smear
My last chick damn new nigga a dweeb
He couldn't see me like

Yuh yuh yuh
Uh
Yuh yuh yuh
Uh
Yuh yuh yuh
Uh
Pop me a bean I been up for the weekend
Hit off a perky i'm leaving her leaking
Nigga try me up that fye

We Can Get Gangsta

Project Pat

Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin [Clean]

2001

[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?

[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?

[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man

I'm just thinking bout my life
I ain't tryin' think twice
Play an he gone die
Keep that fye on my side
Ya I keep that fye on my side

I invested in

can tell by the vibe
Dat boy puss & he shook i can see in his eyes
Exotic wood heavy, but the weed real light
I aint gon tell you again dontchu come out

and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his

Yeah... welcome to the P.U.S.H Ep
I go by the name Chills Kalampa a.k.a the groove breakers over here
Just in case tatwishibene, someone told me

like a bayou
Ball-headed bitch with a fat ass, I call her Caillou
I keep one in the head, oh yeah, and in the fye too
That went over your head, like

Mane this shit right here so fye it be inspired by gasoline
I’m sliding like Vaseline
I’m vibing with Maxo Kream
He rhyming bout packs and lean
I’m

need me a meal quick
Bro got the drop, send the addy that steel kick

Young Paper Chaser, quick bag off of weed
Brand new exotic, I got what you need

Niggas killing left and right I started losing my direction
Bullet holes in niggas bodies blood oozing by the second
Gun gripped i'm in the projects

moving through the city
With a lot on my top
Couple knots couple rocks
Pocket watch
Rocket pop
Fye fye fye
Folding stock
Fuck the laws
Fuck the cops
It get

know Ian pulling over
Smoke all that weed man can't stay sober
Might mask up like Jason in October
Exotic smoke and it's filling my lungs
I'm with your

been praying to see me fall
Yea imma don , rockstar
Call me young author , pop star
She wanna go up imma take er to mars
When I get off the weed i'm

a discovery
Like a science project, I'm writing the summary (Fye it up)
Pick 'em up, yeah they was stranded
Suicide doors on the phantom

hit a left on the bitch
Cruisin' down the street
Wheel in my left, stick in the right
Cruise by, fye, fye, fye
Hit you with a beam, three, five, five,

up
Misusing their power
Man I'm so fed up
Cause only Lord knows I could be next
Made it from the O, I was posted in them projects
Now I'm worried about

Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!

Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!

don't play 'round
Shoot 'em in his face if
That boy ever play wrong weed by the pound
With a wholе 'lotta heroine
32 shots if a nigga evеr run down

build and grow I'm tryna meet a grower
I be in my head so much sliding man i just roam around
Sticked up don't pat me down
My heart in lost in found
That

and the manager following
They pat us down cause it's "company policy"
If I dance on my street then they calling the cops
The last thing I need is to be getting