Lyrics:
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
be out here pushin' packs
36 O's for the mafia, I feel like Project Pat
Ayy, yeah, I got O's for the nine, niggas ain't takin' these
Hard to believe
go to project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts
Yo mad support drink a quart then
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
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
a chase like they ain't no you and I
They tried to face me I told em it's suicide
I knew I was a weapon ever since I turned five
Drugs in the crib gorillas
dance, ain't got rhythm?
What you got a man? I don't see you with him
Put your phone down, let's get it
Forget your Instagram and your Twitter
Got me
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
the bag and that's that
I got codes that a nigga really live by
Please leave me out them group chats if it ain't about them dead guys
On the road I've been
some like the mizix
Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid
The first time you sip it, you might
step it up and go
Got a little girl, she stays upstairs
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs
Gotta step it up and go
Yeah, man
I can't stand pat, swear you
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
that
But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen
that
But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
you weak-ass, punk-ass
Wanna be hard-ass
Want a real record deal-ass bitches know
Y'all motherfuckers ain't no killas
Y'all ain't nothin' but
Some
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
I willing to go up to the mountain top to see
What is waiting for me
Could it be that I've been crawling in the night
Afraid of being burned by
Squad! Uhhhh
(dayum son where'd you find this?)
Three 6 Mafia
My bitches bring me your whole stero-status
I run this trick from Juicy J to Project
poppin',poppin'
Boy I ain't a hoe
Cause I caught you bitches liquor store
Niggas that need somthing in yo' ? ? ?
Punk yo' nuts broke studio
Gangsta step up
with the heat , I bring the hot stuff
you don't like me just say it , but I'm hoping it don't pop up
I go savage every project( project)
I go higher I
project pat got project straps
Ya know what that mean cheese and dope in the back
Lets get it still dirty out the muddy
I'm from the 'bany gotta show me
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
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