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'Crash Out Cheez Dope' Lyrics - Project Pat
Here is Crash Out Cheez Dope Lyrics by Project Pat

(Intro)
Whips, ho
Memphis 10 wuddup
ATM wuddup
Smoking on that strong my nigga

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

(Interlude)
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin bills do gon make a nigga crash off
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
Throw a nigga ass off, wild like I’m bad so
All these fuckin bills do gon make a nigga crash off
Crash out, clash in
Nigga gon check that cash in

(Verse)
Make a nigga put that mask on
AK bullets smashin
Bust them bricks on side of buildings
Niggas run and run like children
Play with my life, that’s gon hurt you
Chop a victim like a burger
Man don’t make no promises to niggas who will kill some
Tell that man too juked off
Oh you got to kill with him
They ain’t gave me that but I ain’t givin a gram to that bitch
On quarter chick, fuck that boy, I stand on that shit
Whip this automatic to your mouth like a muzzle
Back of your head all in pieces like a puzzle

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

(Verse)
Automatics make niggas run down the 2-0-1
2 detective offices get to tell it like my son
Buns missin off the prod, look that means anyone
Who’s around getting shot up, bullets in they lung
I ain’t tryina hear that bullshit, got friends can be pose
Claiming that you real but deep inside you a ho
Hoes callin taxin niggas when that money’s good
When you fall of that flexin niggas,
Bitch, keep it hood bitch
Keep it real, automatic steel to your forehead
Set me up with them robbers, bullet in that force
Get sore, get snapped with that burn up ruger 9
Blew his balls off, hell abortion like a bitch freakin flurpin time

(Hook)
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
Crash out, crash out
They gon make me crash out
Crash out, crash out
Bullet, gun and mask out
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope
I want that cheez dope

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'Extra' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. ChrizMillz)
Here is Extra Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. ChrizMillz

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

(Verse)
They say a nigga greedy cause I feel I need extra
Take it to the kitchen, whippin chickens make em extra
Watch out I finess it, put the remix on that flex shit
Got a couple extra bills, I’ma need some extra
Gams, grams, trap, jumpin out the gym, boing
Dope on the table, see them fishscale fiends
Cellphone blowin up, fiends screamin winnin
Last night was booming, reel up and did it again
These hoes say I’m flexin talkin bout I’m mackin extra
These bitches, they are short and they tight, give you some extra
Call up my shooter, knock em off, I’ll pay you extra
Run up on that pussy, give em a red light special

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

(Verse)
I’m baking out the ash, baking soda mixture
Straight drop, 1, flip, 2 and got them extra
A girlfriend like to get geek I brought some extra
Running through that pack I told the plug I need some extra
Lookin real slick with the check from the extra
Love them 50 slices in the bed she do some extra
Head game ridiculous I gave her something extra
Shoppin sprees on Tuesdays, true religion at the extra
My sack was getting low, that liquor sweet, I had to flex it
I’m never sattisfied, I go so hard to get that extra
You sittin on your ass, expect to come up on some extra
Pussy ass niggas make you go and buy some extra
Clips automatic, choppers spray I give em extra
You can thank me later, extra hard on these haters
All these niggas snitchin, talking extra on them papers
Fuckin all they slices, let these suckers with the vapors

(Hook)
I drop 3 zips and got 50 extra
Fish scale yola, got a different texture
Stupid in the kitchen, say I’m doing extra
Plug think I’m cool, fool do me extra
40 pounds ain’t enough, I’ma need some extra
So a nigga flexin, she say I’m mackin extra
But one bitch ain’t enough, I’ma get some extra
One strap ain’t the bizness, I’ma need some extra

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'Jack One' Lyrics - Project Pat
Here is Jack One Lyrics by Project Pat

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
40 in my hand but nigga I jack one
Slap one, cut a-fuckin-head to the fat one
Been about it, ask about me, nigga I’nt no fuckin joke
Nigga play with me then up in smoke his ass a go
I don’t give a fuck about a charge, nigga know that
Pounding all street goons nigga and I show that
Choppa bullets rain on yo ass, where you go at
Tear that bitch down, have yo face but I flow at
Cap on dog, I’mma burn me a nigga today
Fool brought my money, I don’t mind catching a fuckin case
Get down, like the mob, in my hood they raise me
Niggas start a problem then that nigga gotta pay me

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

(Verse)
Who wan’ a war with a nigga like me?
I done done time, been a beast in these streets
I done done crime nigga you can ask the skreets
Nigga I ain’t lyin, I was raised in the streets
I do yo ass back on these fuckin round me
Call my goons from the side, watch em fly to Tennessee
Man we a kill every snitch we think will testify
Let’s see how many motherfuckers wanna test me now
Hand on the trigger and nigga I do it
Dog I don’t give a fuck, it ain’t nothing to it
Robbery my specialty, your pockets full of thug
I ride by myself cuz I don’t trust none

(Hook x2)
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I’mma shoot

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'Sackful' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. Nasty Mane)
Here is Sackful Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. Nasty Mane

(Intro)
A motherfucker got me fucked up in here playin but I ain’t payin
I ain’t shakin my ass for shit
Talk about your motherfucker baller
So drop it out

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
These girls asking for their grip and they screaming it,
Better pay for that dance or you ain’t shit and she meaning it,
They want that money more than dick and she finin it,
Prometazine in my Sprite, I’m leanin it
I’m looking like a million bucks these bitches looking for bucks,
Fuckin on these niggas pockets, she need nigga like sluts,
I’m screaming pimpin while I’m tippin ’cause I’m bout that bread
I aks shawty bout that head this is what she said

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

(Verse)
All these 20’s bank rollin like a phonebook
If ye ain’t tippin stand back, you just came to look
She want them dollars on the stop, fuck a check uh
I feed these hoes long dick, no cook book
She got my name on her ass, that’s a good look
I swear she got some superhead, she gon write a book
She on that paper talk, I ain’t got the nigga hook
Slidin down that pole like a fire chief
Pussy poppin for that chedda, she about a dollar cheez
She down south dick but she from out east
Whole body tatted up, a ghetto masterpiece
She all about her guap, she speakin guapanese

(Hook)
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my sackful, I need my sackful
I need my bills paid, I need my sackful

(Bridge)
So where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?
Where them dollars daddy? Where them dollars daddy?

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'Papers N Cups' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. Nasty Mane)
Here is Papers N Cups Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. Nasty Mane

(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

(Verse)
Yella drank in my cup, purple haze and my papers
Kobe Bryant swag, you can call this here the Lakers
Birthday candle lit and you lames better not blow it
A nigga got that drink around packed, you better throw it
Trippy sticks and trippy cups, 2 bitches at the same time now that’s a trippy fuck
I’m smoking on this grass who came from the earth
Ballin on you niggas ass like a nerf
These hoes getting high, then they getting low
Needin her life bill paid, her knees hit the floor
Oh my golly on that moly she’s a sexy dolly
Ran through her pussy like some tracks, my dick the trolly

(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

(Verse)
Get me some trippy papers and some trippy cups
Mix that Sprite with that lean damn throw it up
This that Audemar house and we get fucked
Smoke nothing but Cali weed, you know the A+
This that Cheech & Chong, that can fuck our merzy
I’m a drug addict, I’m talkin everyday use this
Plenty weed smoking, plenty weed pourin
Plenty moly poppin, we love them girs peep poppin
If she throw it back, we gon throw that cash
It ain’t nothing but some money, bandz will make her dane
If she throw it back, we gon throw that cash
It ain’t nothing but some money, bandz will make her dane

(Hook x2)
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Give me some kush and some drink and I’mma fill it up
Papers n cups, papers n cups
Got my kush, got my drink, I’m getting fucked up

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'Everything Louie' Lyrics - Project Pat (Ft. JuicyJ)
Here is Everything Louie Lyrics by Project Pat Ft. JuicyJ

[Hook]
Everything is louie, everything is louie, everything is louie
Everything is louie, everything is louie, everything is louie
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie
Everything is louie, everything is louie, everything is louie
Everything is louie, everything is louie, everything is louie
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie

I’m pulling louie 13, louie v to the floor
She says she love my louie belt, then my pants at the floor
Louie shades, lv, duffle bag full of dough
Louie shoes, louie bag, lv’s on that hoe
Smokin california weed, number kush in this bitch
Could play checkers on my belt, with the damie brick
Louie this, louie there, I’m just so nigga rich
Look like my back hit a rodeo, louie b lick
She’s a fashion whore, she a suck a louie v dick
My shades louie, clothes louie, hoe I’m dressed in this shit
My cars are all louie, like a boutique in this bitch
I got a scarf to match the boots, you think it’s cold in this bitch!

[Hook]
Everything is louie, yes sir everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie, yes sir

I pull up in my foreign whip, bitches call me master
Louie scully, louie scarf, icy like alaska
Knock your bitch pussy out the park, louie scar ya
Everything louie v down to the rubbers
Getting pussy while I’m flexin, louie v covers
Poster for you haters, coaster swag see the muggers
Everything louie, if you broke, don’t put your hands on it
Louie v, louie bag, bad bitches dance for it
Everything louie bitch, closet is a fashion show
Where the red carpet cause I’m louie v castro
Louie atttitude, super star I’m an astro
Overseas just to get this here, where your passport?!

[Hook]
Everything is louie, yes sir everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir, everything is louie, yes sir
Everything is, everything is, everything is louie, yes sir.

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'Still Got It' Lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Project Pat)
Here is Still Got It Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa Ft. Project Pat

still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

all this money a nigga made niggas cant take it,
all this money a nigga made and im still makin it,
lot of new niggas comin out and i don’t feel nothin,
lyin you got fake diamonds on,
im rockin real ones, now they get excited
when i pull up in that old school blowin that shit up out it,
ya im talkin ive been about it,
now haters forget about it,
from servin weed in an ally,
to smoking weed out of cai,
got swervin leaf in my chalice,
whats on my feet cost a thowe,
my other car had made, dem manual comin tally,
ya my nigga i been getting den benjamins,
shippin my friends n em,
we suffer like womenen,
you talk it im liven it, uh

all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

project patah, im so fuckin chetaah, and bitaah,
keep it straight hood to the letaah,
doin 50 tennessee, that’s what i membah,
when they pull yo brains all day fuck the chitaah,
pressah, make a broke man get the burnaah,
stuck it in the mouth like i did tina turna,
and take all yo bread nigga, face ta the face,
my nigga get the face and he gonna hustle till he dead,
same cost, same mix, same parts, same brix,
in my hood dem same junkies lookin for the same fix,
tryna make swag, ludicu,
off the roof blowin cali strong,
man blown of the lu,

all this money a nigga made aint change me,
now i’m always gonna be the same,
some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
smokin’ on that cali strong every time i roll up,
reppin it everywhere i go, some of my niggas,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,
still got that work, still got that works,
still got it,

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'You Need Haters' Lyrics - French Montana (Ft. Project Pat & Juicy J)
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i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up

don’t give a fuck about a haters that’s my new …
haters niggers talk about me like they barely know me
they be on it i call these niggers ..
all these crazy shit i will be writing a movie
i got niggers i don’t even know that try to shut me
..
i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up

.. there will be always with their hate shit
cause they see us making this ..
let’s face this diamonds on my waist .. got to put in on your face bitch
…
i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
i give a fuck about a hater hit them up
don’t give a fuck about a hater wear him up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
hit them up wear them up
if a nigger don’t hustle than a nigger won’t hit
if a nigger got beef .. on the street
nigger love me cause they know i make the sells like ..
don’t care how they felt like …

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