Lyrics:
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
find
Filling the lies, final project, stumbling
As the leaf flew on the corridor
He's offended by the song
Vows that make him die alone
Changing
ain't one
Till he see that gun and
Realize nobody really love you
Like New York on VH1
I'm the ghetto experiment pop in at any son
Me and the project
babe, then blow it, that's your job
Bitch gave me her heart then said, "Don't break it, that's your job"
I just told Gucci he hot as he can get
I
drippin' i been drippin' i been drippin' like the pitcher
I'm the fire in the kitchen i still sizzle in the blizzard
Call me project pat-uh
Whip it whip it
eloquent penmanship, chrysalis, finally blooming and popping like blemishes
All you project pat niggas been talkin that chicken shit
Lil Bitch I need
bar
No room for me will they make
'Cause I'm sin with no shame
I am skin with a first name
Yea, I'm sin
They're ashamed
I'm the devil's ticket that
project pat
I'm a real flow spittaaaa
In the field witchaaa
chrome dome peeluhh
Call me bumsta mac
Cus ion fuck witcaaa
Sip from my pitchaaaa
fuck u
the projects
Please don't make me catch a body
Please don't make me catch a body
All white, Yo Gotti
I heard some niggas was tryna rob me
Please don't make me
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
weed to roll
Hunnids by the pound smoke I know you get it
Money up
Shit looking dangerous
No you can't hang
Tell em that gang with us
Couple baddies
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
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
It ain't same silly somethin'
That wants to get with this pimp shit
He me who they scammin'
Say the dump nigga
on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out then we got 'em
We gon' drop
She threw the pussy and I caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (ha)
I turn coke
Feddie from Watts
Project baby I was raised around Chevy's and drops
Niggas couldn't picture me rolling because they all got cropped
I do this shit blind
main streams used to come from Buffalo, New York
My home town came back to help me put in the crew work
My grandpa told me, "don't be stupid", that's
Talking:
what's that big baby?
You know what's sound dog
They gon' like this here, ya heard me?
They go like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck 'em
to make
So niggas clappin' at niggas who raise that crime rate
[Chorus]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You niggas push me, for sure
long, it can't even get tape measured
Aye, she gave me super head, it was great pleasure
Aye, heated seats in the AMG, it's that gray leather
Aye, hit
But if it's really beef, then it's white meat
It's only one reason a nigga don't like me
'Cuz that's his wifey, and she like me
And she choosing, like
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city,
that you looking me deep in my eyes
Lookin round and I just wonder why
You ever would leave by my side
Have you ever heard a thug cry
You see the look
kill me
I'm a couple blessings in
I'm a big steppa, move nigga
Let me step on in
Hundred grand in the same bag
That the tech is in
I move like I move
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