Talking...
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[Project Pat]
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Hoe I know you got this loot
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fuck around make me shoot
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up I'm like I'm a rocket
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yea I knock it when I hit them boots
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make that pussy wetter then
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running like a faucet tap
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though we get ya stupid then
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yo face is gonna get a slap
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thorough breds are on the map
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pimps are riding checky tramps
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prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
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keep a cough drop in ya cap
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like the way that booty flap
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nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
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take me off the weight of fame
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Im'a let you run ya game
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but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
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swang a fist bout a her eye
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kiss my dick never good-bye
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fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
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biggest booty in the club-ah
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I'm the dad you the mother
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out here corning like no other
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you's a freaky muthafucka
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what they used to say to ya
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hooker now they paying ya
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me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for
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[Chorus (2x):]
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You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
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I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
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Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
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You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)
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[Verse 2]
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I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
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got a cute little face and a tight little switch
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getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
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tired just from now cuz she a civilian
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not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
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come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
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you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
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I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
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swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
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in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
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bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
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other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
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hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
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break you like a cash register then put in hearse
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conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
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that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Verse 3]
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Peter pipper beat the bitch
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sweeped her in the conflict
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through the town spit his game
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introduced her to a trick
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make-up hoe like a queen
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cooking cakes candy rings
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feeling up her pussy hole
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rub her for the dingalings
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but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
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so I walked out in an order
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break away from getting slapped start running for the border
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known to whip you out your draws
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bitch done went & told them laws
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got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
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duck niggas hate this shit
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catch'em going quack quack
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try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
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but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
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to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
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head cracking in a brick wall
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got me in a midst brawl
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showing out infront of folk
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that'll make me kill ya'll
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muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
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turn right around hey hoe let me hold something
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You don't never wanna try (this pimp this pimp this pimp)
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This Pimp
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Project Pat |