feat. La Chat
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[Project pat] man, I'm tired of this shit
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you need to get yo shit, and get
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[La Chat] Fuck you, you get yo muthafuckin shit
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I don't give a fuck who name on the light bill
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yo muthafuckin ass up out of here
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[La Chat] Nigga, dem yo stank ass, dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin floor
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get dem dirty ass draws, and clothes
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[Project pat] ahh, you got me so mess up now,
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[La Chat] Nigga, you already mess up
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[Project pat]let me tell you something man, look all you
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[La Chat] yo name on the rent, I don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, I RUN THIS
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[Project pat] WHAT, all you doing is cooking that burnt ass chicken,
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eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day
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[La Chat] nigga, It fed yo muthafuckin ass, you ain't had no
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problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit
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[Project pat] man, you got me mess up!
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[La Chat] FUCK YOU!
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[chorus] (Project Pat)
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I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
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So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
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Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
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Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
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[La Chat]
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I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so muthafuck ya
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Nigga you can get the fuck on, cause I don't love ya
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I don't want ya trick, fuck the hoes that you cheated wit
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Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch
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Nigga please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya
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Nigga please, know that you thought, a bitch need ya
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Fuck you up, is for the good that I done left ya, man
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La Chat got ya sick, cause I'm moving on to better things
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Gotta nigga break down fuck me all against the wall
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Tell me that he love me, taking shopping sprees at the mall
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Clean my truck, keep yo son, boy, I'm out here living large
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When I'm on my tour, he be giving me his credit cards
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When I hit the door, we be fuckin on the kitchen floor
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He be eating my pussy, but of course you know you is the pro
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Fuckin up wit you, had me thinking dreams ain't true
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Now, sittin' here thinking, why the fuck I every fuck wit you
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[chorus] (Project Pat)
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I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
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So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
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Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
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Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
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[Project Pat]
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I'm have to holla back at cha, flip you like a spatula
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Turn you into a bachelorette and I'm a be a bachelor
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I'm a la spectacular, living like a macula
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No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on crackula
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Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to actula
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Like you was the boss, and you suck me dry like Dracula
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You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula
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Right across yo lips, work your hips on the trackula
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Fuck 'em til you sense-u-less, captin so ridiculous
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Never hear, what you say, cause you speaking gibberish
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You the bitch, yapping squaw, for some dick, on the stalk
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You done got your walking papers, now its time for you to walk
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Step on off and be a mom, dem yo kids I got none
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You at home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun
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Riding clean smelling good, dipping in ya neighborhood
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Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya could
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[chorus] (Project Pat)
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I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
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So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
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Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
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Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
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[Project Pat]
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I'm a gorilla on a ho-a, so BITCH don't you start
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The cap cock booty ho, and the every card
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Go steal a credit card, so we can play some paper
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You got a rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker
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I'm mean a dummy breaker, don't be no instigator
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I'll beat the brakes on yo ass like the terminator
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I used to fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo (booty)
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I fired you, now you looking like some dodo
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A rudy poo poo, that what ya really is
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Ain't buying shit for dem rats, ho dem ain't my kids
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