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project pat - hate my swag lyrics

[intro: project pat]
yeah, n-gg-s seein’ me
mad at me cause i’m ridin the thirties on the d-mn thang
ya know i’m sayin?
n-gg- mad at me, wanna shoot me
cause they baby-mama wanna holla at me
n-gg- it’s a free enterprise out here too
and to you n-gg-s out here talkin bout
“mayn, sell me somethin for the lo-lo”
mayn, i ain’t sellin you n-gg-s nothin for the lo-lo!
i already sold you n-gg-s somethin for the lo-lo!
n-gg-, it’s dry out here
i’m tryin’a double up, huddle up
you know i’m sayin?
they can hate my swag, whatever!

[hook: project pat]
you can catch me in the chevy or the drop-top jag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
the best purp’ in the town, playa gon’ take a drag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
a hundred g’s off trappin dogg, i ain’t tryin’a brag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
big guns in my pockets, keep my pants on sag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag

[verse 1: project pat]
haters tellin’ want me locked up
in a pine-box
got rocks and my partner watch
say i sell rocks
pullin up on these wh-r-s
to the car, they gon’ run
lime gauge got me stickin out
like a sore thumb
n-gg-s dumb, see they got mad
cause i bought the ball
quarter-brick, bought the crown vic’
chrome on the car
sweetest plugs on our drugs
you can call me snow flurry
everythang for the low mang
but’chu better hurry
heard a drought was comin to the hood (cut-off the lights)
trap open, n-gg-s mad, cause i (jacked-up the price)
don’t be hatin on me
cause you punks’d do me
that’s why i’m a do you
n-gg- what’chu wan’ do?

[hook:]
you can catch me in the chevy or the drop-top jag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
the best purp’ in the town, playa gon’ take a drag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
a hundred g’s off trappin dogg, i ain’t tryin’a brag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag
big guns in my pockets, keep my pants on sag
n-gg-s hate my swag, n-gg-s hate my swag

[verse 2:]
patty-cake, patty-cake
stackin money on the plate
and i’m filled with neo-mind
you gon’ make me beat the brakes
off you boys, bring the noise
smoke ya like a kush-bubble
i’m the president of drama
guess you got some bush trouble
haters huddle up, plottin up
cause they broke n-gg-s
kidnap a punk, cut his throat
call ’em croak n-gg-s
sick, cause i got that thirty inches on the hummer ride
mad, cause i killed yo parter and i beat the homicide
yo broad say she don’t want no lame, she want a hood n-gg-
one got a brain, flip them thangs, lay it wood n-gg-
i’d take a l, but i maintain, wish ya could n-gg-
wanna jone me, like a game? all good n-gg-

[repeat to fade:]
n-gg-s hate my, hate my, haters hate my swag

- project pat lyrics

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