Lyrics:
fuck with me
No love for you hoes who
Like to fuck for free
I was coppin' oz 800 to a g
Now I'm poppin' shows every
Week I'm stackin' cheese
Project
they son every day of the week
But they don't care fuck that, not gon' play it like that
That's my motherfuckin' round, so I'ma give him respect
Even
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
I'm not at the workstation, whatever
And wherever it is, five days a week or more
A website has listed over 7,000 genres of music
How many can you name
nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch
(Project Pat)
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When
I've been working for the weekend
But that weekend never came
Will you pat my back tomorrow
If I break my back today?
Ay yup, yeah it's seven
momma on stones, daddy on hero'n Whole household fucked up - all of them bitches gone Knowin' I be with they son every day of the week Dog, they know they
Shaine was born on the 18th day of November in the year 1988, she was given birth to in difficult circumstances, her mother died briefly after giving
, seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion
When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
Twenty four seven, I never want it to stop
Twenty four seven, mm, here with me
Gonna count the time
That you're gonna be mine
Seven days a week
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Seven days a week, I wanna
Baby, when I see you, I'ma
These bitches always want somethin' from me
24-7, 3-65 Days
On the grind where I stay
Night and day, I don't play
24-7, 3-65 Days
On the grind where I stay
Night and day, I don't play
I just
Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3,
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
punk shit
Half a mill' a week, crib by the beach, got bank roll
Got a bitch who got booty-cheeks, good neck though
Hold up, hol' up, hol' up, this
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
the tunnel on the only sunny day
There were a billion diamonds floating on the lake
Ten hours every daytime spent
Six days a week four months
No time to think
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