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Utwór: Whole Lotta Weed

  • wykonawca: Project Pat
  • album: Mista Don't Play
  • wyświetleń: 1075

[Chorus 2x]
  Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed)
  Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need)
  This 9mm (will make you bleed)
  I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me)
  
  [Project Pat]
  Real playaz like to smoke a
  Stroke a offa in her throata
  Bend ova let me poke her
  Dont take me fo a joka
  Hollows will make ya croaka
  My hands around your throata
  Grip grip tight and choke her
  Hate hate me fo no reason
  Beat beat yo like a ??
  Pumpkin head whatchu getta
  It must be killin season
  For some droppas and suckas
  Coward ass mothufuckas
  Poppin off that cappa
  Could get chu killed like othas
  Maybe its not yo time
  Maybe it could be mine
  Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine
  Forty-Fo and my side
  Hatas up in ??
  Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body
  But thats if im a gonna
  When i smell the aroma
  Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
  Project Pat in this bitcha
  Tryin to man get richa
  The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  Stay down about cho gama
  Fama i never claima
  For those who are a stranga
  Strange couse i do not knowa
  Chip chip on yo shoulda
  Im knockin out yo teeths
  Hits hard just like a boulda
  Im creepin in the Nova
  A nigga done got boulda
  His life is gon be ova
  Grey tape with clip bananna
  I kidnap i can handle
  He came to me with Anna
  He should of mind his manners
  I hit him with the tecca
  Damn near tore off his necka
  He prayin im gon squosh him
  He shoulda prayed to Mecca
  You hataz like to tick me
  Squeeze triggaz till im empty
  This weed turned me out
  I damn near let it ??
  Smokin nothin but that fire
  (Damn that was my last line dog)
  Nigga you's a lia
  So you tryin to screw me
  I told you not to do me
  Im drinkin on that brewsky
  This shit is goin threw me
  
  Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta..........
  Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
  
  Out the pen
  One more get
  Is yo dog stackin ens
  Makin cheese fuckin hoes
  Knockin ducks off they toes
  Up the nose
  Goes the white
  Pimpin hoes take a flight
  Like a kite like a plane
  My nigga im the man
  Mista dont take no shit
  Mista well take yo bitch
  Ten toes bout to bes
  Cowards cant handle these
  Scandle these ? north
  Bout to bust on my boys
  Check niggaz fo they grip
  Pistols ? busted lip
  Busted chops thats yo ass
  Punk bitch wheres the cash
  Money green chedder cheese
  All bitches hit they knees
  Serve em up ready to rock
  Disturbute them ??
  Always keep a mere glock
  Place it up to your back
  Fat sacks your smokin on
  Mack man wit a tone
  P-A-T bout the lout
  Ridin by then i shoot
  Whos to say cheefin hay
  Hustlin to get pay
  Round the clock
  Round the way
  Gettin minds every day
  

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