Lyrics:
the public with access to my talents because I am generous.
I complete all of my projects on time.
I make money doing things that I would have enjoyed doing
to Project Pat
Uhhh
Gold teeth, playing music, bussin' slabs
Sippin' that drank, that put me on my back
Yeee, I'm a hunnit thousand
My swagga hunnit thousand
I
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
at the project with a stack
Then I flipped it to a brick and then I did the Project Pat
Like, homie what's the problem?
Semi or revolve em
Catch a nigga with
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
Ayy
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (that way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy)
My jewelry leave
the life you live a lot of façade in it
(Cap) niggas know I stay with juice like
My name was Project Pat (Swear)
Heard you made it out and lost it
Like you
betta give him the muthafuckin keys, he look serious"
"BITCH YOU A BANANA, BITCH YOU GONNA GET PEELED"
Gangsta Boo: call my nigga project pat,
dog i
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Yeah, okay like yeah, boy
Ayy, what's that? My nigga Gotti
And we know they fuck with you in my city
Like they fuck with you in my city
Project Pat
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
from Project Pat, pimpin', got a masters
Girl improvise, look me in my eyes and lie to me
Lie to me, act like I'll believe anything
Sex on the beach
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
Take fucking 86
Man, I just barely put my
I was gonna give you guys a dialogue about this whole project
I put my heart and soul into this speech
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
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