Lyrics:
Drug extortion to child abortion sex trafficking or whatevers worth it
Money still ain't change me, I've been the same
You still a lame
Got my own flow
pullin me in, sin
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Let people know you aint forget where you came from,
where you came from
Every time I
(I ain't doin' that shit)
You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am..
I have to show niggas, word g, I have
you prayin' for a new religion
Murk you in the kitchen by the stoves
Step over the body, do the dishes
Bitch, my mama ain’t raise no bitch
Me and my
in life
Rather roll the dice is dead or prison
We destroying life
Like this ain't designed by a system. Listen!
They put me here to tell you this
How
can't have enough
Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it
I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
name
I'm so fascinated by your curves how you twirl give me some of that thang
They say I'm lost in this world but they words ain't bringing no change
Paid Pat n*gga, just a rappin ass n*gga hating on sh*t, he ain’t gon bust that fye
Ion know what you heard about who I , I ain’t got no point to prove,
Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah)
You weren't with me in the trap
Project Pat yo boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G, You'll never be a G
I done sold them grams rob niggas for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
it's stains on your shirt, you know?
Stains on your clothes, you heard me?
Real talk, projects
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit?
of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From Compton to being Dre's number one prospect so
(Chorus)
(Jadakiss)
Yeah ugh
They know
Yeah ugh
Ain't no help
you'll be callin' him daddy too
You think it's nasty
Im just being me
Throwing it back like Miss Patty since I was three
Pat-a- cake cake cake cake cake
fuckin on the baddest bitch
Yu claimin' top form but you're average
If it ain't prod lorn then yu have to switch, cuz
I get my beats barkin yeah
I get my
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
Grandma house is day care
We ain't have no day care
Punk as police come around
You know the never play fair
Caught us by inches
By selling crack by
my jack
Your niggas ain't here cause we put them in a pack (pow)
I'm in the field making moves like the Pats
I seen niggas make money off of crack
This
potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
use i be needing to cope
Pray hard i be needing some hope
Fell back ain't need its whatever
Whole tab on me its whatever
Imma smash on her friends
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
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