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project pat - never be a g (remix) lyrics

[intro: juicy j]
yessir
project pat featuring your boy juicy j and doe b
you’ll never be a g, you’ll never be a g

[hook: project pat]
i done sold them grams
robbed n-ggas for cash
i done bust that thumper on plenty n-ggas’ -ss
broke down plenty bails
so much clientele
went to jail would never tell but some you n-ggas will
cause you never ever ever ever ever be a g
cause you never ever ever ever ever be a g
cause you never ever ever ever ever be a g
cause you never ever ever ever ever be a g

[verse 1: project pat]
when i was young had that chopper c-ck it
project pat was robbing
like the grinch b-tch, taking sh-t filling up my stocking
stocking cap on my skull n-gga, better wipe up that mud
n-gga like pat don’t give no f-ck
busting that thumpa’ screaming “thug life!”
like 2pac, went to jail and never ratted
held it down for all my dogs
hustla’s prayer on my arm tatted
p-ssy n-gga real acrobatic flipping on your homie
i’m the steak you the bologna i’m fifty karats you the phony
hit a l!ck made for fifty yams
took it off your -ss this the street
who you trusting fool
put that in the stash bruh
my weight pull up move like that, no coming back
just these chains fifty rocks for fifty shots in your -ss

[hook]

[verse 2: juicy j]
yea, let me borrow your b-tch
just for tonight, i get her so f-cking high
you think she just caught a flight
she ride my d-ck like a bike
i tell her suck it don’t bite
and you still cuffing that ho like you miami vice
juicy j don’t love these b-tches i just make love to these b-tches
then send them back to that same n-gga that hug them and kiss them
i go to to sleep with my money i cuddle up with my dough
i wake up to that paper and then i go get some more
f-ck n-gga what you talking ’bout, we don’t talk it out
we yellow tape and white chalk it out
live everyday like a home run what i’m trying to say is we ball out
your bedroom and your living room fit right inside my dog house
i’m searching hard for a f-ck to give but i’m sorry
looks like i’m all out

[hook]

[verse 3: doe b]
you will never be a g
gold medals on my feet
white and gold guiseppe n-gga that a be a g
got your b-tch riding with me shoulda never let her leave
i’m a dog -ss n-gga and you know i play for keeps
got your ho popping molly smoking medicated weed
got your ho giving me sloppy while i estimate my cheese
while you n-ggas pillow talking like a b-tch i’m getting rich
spend a band sipping lean and memphis ten with three 6
wack -ss rappers, fake -ss trappers, shoulda won an oscar the way they acting
mayday action, mayday action, when we come through with it y’all stay blasting
pay for a feature i don’t wanna meet them, i don’t want amigo cause we’re not equal
you not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not either

[hook]

[outro]
mafia, mafia, mafia-ah!

- project pat lyrics

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