Lyrics:
on my body and a lot at home
With supreme on my chest Superman flows
In that lab Johnny test and I’m getting Os
Looking at my past used to laugh now you
livin' by it, that's the art of war
Finally, I'm the one who really got it in a foreign car (skrrt, skrrt)
Hoes go Audemars for certain (they Audemars)
an ultrasound
Pat you on the belly just right
And
If she pat you back
On the booty
You know it's going to
Be a good night
Here we go again
But I know it ain't
house I said: "I'm with you, toots"
The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses
She started winking and making little passes
At me she pat me
Than Conan O'Brien
So go ahead and get ya laughs
Still right here in the lab
With a beer in my lap
Starting back from scratch
After a year and a half
going back and forth let's turn that back into something
He a project boy so I don't think it's smart to test him
Use yo knowledge boy before u leave take
gettin' old
Told my mama, next time I come back, I'll take the city over
I'll take the city over
They had us in school doin' projects
Soon as the bell ring,
ain't shit pop but the water in pots
We cookin the crack
Distributin' to the block gettin' it back
I use the same formula for rap
I'm warnin' ya
Leavin'
touchdown she decided to PAT PAT
Hitting buzzers been winning ever since I tapped that
Got my arms crossed in the chair like I'm CatDad
They talking to me I
little passes
at me she pat me close that's when she got bold
she started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold
we went to her bedroom thinking
and gifts
And a wolf in sheeps clothing
'Cause some of y'all ain't knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And, we done been through
you're too damn blind to see
Be a punchline in a killing joke
Just another death by selfie
Kennedy Cox broke into a building
80 stories up just
catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
I'm back in the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what's
Goola and Project Pat
This for Lil' Mel off the BL
For Titus and Timmy, I aint seen em' in a minute
This for my nigga Gator on the purple purple spinage
on designed by me
I'm fuckin' her good she tell me don't stop
I'm in the crib with my feet up
Cup full of Pat no Cleo
She gone suck so it ain't no clean up
Drop
met one
Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
or get ate like oats and barley
Save
comes off, the other is High One's fault
Back in the day, I was slick on the asphalt
Then I took an ass fall, introduced to wrathful
Constant motion,
on a quarter sack
You other niggas speak these lies
Project Pat just spit the facts
Turnin' hundreds into racks
Chrome on the cadillac
Your bitch done set out
to and fro, readily
I got no remedy, I produced and wrote every
Track but this one, so after this I’m totally
Back in business, cut from different cloth, they
in yo house
Watchu doing in my lab like dexter
I can really put it down
Big man on the bound
Didn't you know that the crown any side
Imma pioneer
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
mind, fine with a big behind
I'm gonna get her some
Soon as she makes me cum
Off her nut, off hеr butt
Project Pat don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with
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