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project pat – i’m in this club lyrics

[verse 1: project pat]
i ain’t playing bout that paper, serious bout that betty
i want that rarri like mob life, frank nitty
disrespect, turn your brains into baked ziti
young n-gga, out the window holding that case steady
we in the club, v.i.p keep them bottles coming’
i got that trap d-ck she fiend for, keep her coming

louie vs, all designer, check my shoes ho
i got that fish scale swag, that’s some good blow
i like my money coming fast, but that head slow
we on the mollies and that kush, let a n-gga know
we’ll split yo sh-t, stomp yo punk -ss to the floor
shut this motherf-cker down, give em a real show

[chorus: project pat]
my money long long long, wells fargo
plenty whips, big garage that’s where my cars go
i hustle hard, moving fast like a lambo
i bought my whole squad choppers, b-tch i’m rambo

i’m in this club, i’m high as f-ck
ain’t never a motherf-cker gonna f-ck with me (x3)
i’m in this club, i’m high as f-ck
ain’t never a motherf-cker gonna f-ck with me (x3)

[verse 2: nasty mane]
we popping bottles in the club, huh (mafia!)
smoking green p-ssing mollies to them hoes, huh (mafia!)
we on that ace, we need bout 20 more
them sparklers on them bottles look like a firework show (mafia!)
we in this b-tch, we with yo b-tch
you a police trying to handcuff her
say i beat the p-ssy like she stole something
that’s a metaphor for i f-cked her
you mad tho, she glad tho
she say i’m the sh-t, no toilet bowl
i got plenty paper like a toilet roll
i got more b-tches than a dog pound
so i play the field for a touchdown
pull the dress up, and them panties down
tell her bounce it back like a rebound
act the fool when we fool around
that’s cold blooded, my heart flooded
with ice water and i don’t give a f-ck
that pistol on me like a missile homie
and i’ll shoot that b-tch if you n-ggas jump

[chorus]

- project pat lyrics

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