Lyrics:
limit's
Why everybody wanna hate Dax?
Ain't nobody want to state facts
I been running shit count up my laps
Set a world record no cap
Three minute mile
out, They kneeling on my neck and still won't see them ever back me down
Airport they gonna pat me down, in the store they follow 'round
In this system
coming
{Project Pat}
so you want to try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya
Chanel, chanel, chanel
Chanel bag swag
Please don’t interrupt me while I’m rocking my Chanel
Please don’t interrupt me while I’m rocking my Chanel
fill me up?
I'm on the microphone like can you turn me up
These bitches know I only hit em blasted
2019 Benz, don't crash it
Hate my opps, put em in
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate
But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, swag
I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
it means
A young black man winning they hate that right there
I’m the definition of a slave-owners nightmare
My fears include hogs rocking rockets
Young street nigga supposed to
Be in the slammer
But I made these jammers and it saved my life
And I prayed for it
By the look of my swag I'm made for it
feeling my swag She feeling my groove
Her nigga hate in his moods
Her ass real fat I'm grabbing her boobs
She rub my back with it too
They like how I dance
Swag On Drip, In My Designer Fit/
I'm On My Supa Fly, My Supa Fly, My Supa Fly Shit;
My Supa Fly, I'm On My Supa Fly Shit/
I'm On My Supa Fly, My Supa
[Chorus 4x]
[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you
of the Carter
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up
Do the Project
a handgun, I'm strapped up
Kush blowing in my trap house, racked up
Project Pat and Juiceman
Stay with them pistols bruh
AK 45, pistol with the whistle bruh
6, K-Roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
(Project Pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,
I wake up in the morning, turn the swag on
Motion picture shit, cut the camera on
How you feel? Damn good! How you feel? Like a million
How you feel?
bag I bag the road
Gotta pull in a guil bars for her
My girlfriend so crazy bad
Gotta renta cop fo her
I don’t roll with police man
I’m gonn buy a Glock
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
Out my Gucci duffle bag i'm bout my swag
See rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag
I could fit a hundred carots
In my Gucci
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