Lyrics:
I'll be grazing by your window
Please come pat me on the head
I just want to find out what you're nice to me for
When I look up, don't think I
want you to go down
They've hired Pat Garrett to force a showdown.
Billy, don't it make ya feel so low-down
To be shot down by the man who was your
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
Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd uh
Told the driver Lenny swing me by the
Garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him
why them hoes mad at my shit
See me wildin' in the four-six, stylin' on them bum-ass
Goddess in the sea, y'all bitches is littles Foxes
See my
who unleashed the beast
In me, for oh so long, I was put down
Forced by others to listen to their sound
Til the time has come as I proclaim to you
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
-a-cake, baker man
Bake me a cake
No, no, bake me a pie
To delight my eye
And I will sigh
If the crust be high!
Mr. Todd
Pat him and prick him
And mark him
is on the top
Di king is on the top up
To the very last drop
Mi know a little girl by
Di name of sister Pat
Mi send her down town fi go buy two
She
to hoax me and coax me
But I ain't trying to make my soul freeze
into solid stone, that's how I'ma go
I'm unfolding nature man of scripts and scrolls,
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
Gras beads hangin' from her rearview
Pat Green CD we knew all the words to
And that little pink house I drive by every time I come back
No, I never
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
it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we ca-
If I blew by, best believe, she
bad part of town
We see this nigga Rell and he's flaggin' us down
Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin'?"
Then jumped in
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
a little bit bent
By which I mean crooked
Criminal, sometimes sorta like a animal
Theiving, leaving greiving women and
Matter of factly
Also for a while
a plan little nigga, just believe in me
Triple beam dreamin' with this thing in me
Pocket full of money, parkin' lot full of them haters
Triple beam
Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse now she Louis Vuitton Mom
Still might throw on a little low arm they want me to stop go on go on
They don't want me
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
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