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Project Pat – Gel And Weave Lyrics

PROJECT PAT
Gel And Weave Lyrics

[Hook]
She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, ætill Crunk!She got gel and
weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit a big round ass, I’m yo man to be

[Verse 1]
You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig
Make her dance the jig-a-lig
Bring all the money back to Daddy and I’m diggin it
Burgundy or honey blonde
Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum
Don’t forget the gold teeth and set the club half naked
In the sto house shoes, cussin out authority
Body full of tattoos
Bedroom doin things, pickin out her tounge ring
Livin in the projects, could be in the game
She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good
Lips and her tounge and it’s all understoody-stood
First of the month now your kids on the sat Similac
Droppin over Mama’s house, æ‹irl what’s crackilatin?Hookin up with so-called,
g-string or no draws
Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips
Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel
If you’re bang-banging all night she’ll go tell

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
Messed up in the trash
Could be some can kalong
Dude who sold it at the boot liquor run
All to the good though, drink it like a wine though
And smoke till she pass out, mainly the hydro
A state in a care fate
All up in LD’s wanna be a twilight, you know what I like
Hey duck she gon break somethin
Turn around and make some
Meet a real nigga anywhere she gon shake somethin
Like shoutin out ’cause her butt like an elephant
Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant
A mé–šage a twa twa, she’ll call me DaDa
Or maybe PaPa in back of car car
Her friend can join in, go snap that porn in
Call Mr. Hit wit a playa was born in

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky
Legs stayin open, no rubber, kinda risky
Got a bad body makin moves like a gypsy
Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy
Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin
Lunch at Matt’s car wash shit is where they hangin
System up loud in the car keep it wang’n
Out wit Suge Knight, shake em up do they thang and
Lookin real hard she’ll know that I want it
Got me on hard so I go and get a bone and
Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it
Weave and them contacts, man I’ma bone it
Say it’s all good she about to kick her man out
Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out
All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out
Pullin on her fro, wasn’t hair and it came out

[Hook]

I like em ghetto!

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K Camp – Free Money (feat. Slim Jxmmi) (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Hey Jxmmi
Pass me that money counter nigga
You know we know that these strip clubs nation wide, huh
Ahhh

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Girl tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Hanh?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
I got big guap like I scam
I don’t know who you think I am
I’m tryna fuck all the strippers in Sam’s
I’m tryna fuck all the strippers in Sam’s
Then I’m fucked up, let me twist these bands
Ask these hoes who the real rain man
I ain’t got time for a conversation
Bitch what you gon’ do for the cash, huh?
Can a nigga get it on camera, let me know what’s up
If you some friends down to fuck, then you clutch
I’ma keep tossin’ money up till these hoes bust a nut
Ugh, ugh
Bitch bounce that ass for a band, don’t bounce that ass for a buck

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Hanh?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Verse 2: K Camp]
I make it thunder on shawty
I threw a bundle on shawty
What you gon’ do for the cash?
Sippin’ Hen while I grip on that ass
Bank roll let me dig in the stacks
Slim Jxmmi tryna flex on they ass
Let me reach inside the duffle
Blowin’ bubbles
OG Kush, smokin’ nothin’ but gas
Wait, said her Trina yeah
What’s up with your friends
Take her back to the crib, what I gotta spend
Pourin’ liquor on a model, this is how ya win
LD on a Monday, here we go again

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Tell me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
What you do for this cash?
Show me what you do for this cash?
Bounce that ass for a bag, bounce that ass for a bag
I might fly ya first class
If you show me what you do for the cash
Bounce that ass for a bag, said bounce that ass for a bag

[Post Hook-Slim Jxmmi]
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, we got cash to blow
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow
Baby girl hit the floor, show me what you know
We got cash to blow, keep that cash to blow

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Soulja Boy & Bow Wow – Fucking Up A Check

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I’m fucking up designer, I’m fucking up Versace
When I hit the club, tattoos on my body
Make it hurricane, make it thunderstorm
I’mma make it flash flood, ain’t no one
Walked in the club, I got all of this cash, yuh
I’mma hit the club, yeah I’mma bring them bands, yuh
Bring them bands out, bring them xans out
She just dropped it down, chopper hundred rounds
I got a check, I got a check, and they know that I’m stunting
She want the dick, she want the dick, I gave her the dick and some molly
I post in the club, I post in the club, I’m sitting on Forgiato’s
All this money on me, I came from the bottom

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Everything new down to my shoes
From my belt to my shoes to my Christian Loubs’
Hopped out the coupe too, dog pouring up juice
Walking in the club pouring up, bottles and I’m too cool
I came from the bottom, you don’t want these problems
I be getting money, riding with my shottas
Riding with my shooters, hanging with the goblins
Riding with a bad bitch hopping out bugattis
Pinkie ring plus my cuban link cost a new Ferrari
Hopping out the Jag, watch a nigga flash, snapped by paparazzi

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
I just blew my CSI money on a bad bitch
Soulja blow that VH1 money, dog you been rich
Came in a 2-seater, how these hoes gon’ fit
We don’t love ’em, we don’t cuff ’em, and you know that she a flip
Couple bad white bitches and we got ’em off the blow
Now the molly kicking in, you know these hoes is ’bout to go
Gotta weigh Lil Soulja up my nigga those are from a four
We just fuck ’em, let ’em go
Soulja, we don’t love these hoes
We at LD on a monday, young rich niggas in my section
It’s a hundred G for my necklace, young nigga pull up hot but I’m flexing

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I’m pulling up
I put Forgi’s on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let’s fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let’s fuck up a check, fucking up a check