Project pat man, I'm tired of this shit you need
to get yo shit, and get La Chat Fuck you, you
get yo muthafuckin shit I don't give a fuck who
name on the light bill yo muthafuckin ass up out
of here La Chat Nigga, dem yo stank ass, dirty
ass draws on the muthafuckin floor get dem dirty
ass draws, and clothes Project pat ahh, you got
me so mess up now, La Chat Nigga, you already
mess up Project patlet me tell you something
man, look all you La Chat yo name on the rent, I
don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, I RUN THIS
Project pat WHAT, all you doing is cooking that
burnt ass chicken, eating popcorn, and drinking,
and drinking all damn day La Chat nigga, It fed
yo muthafuckin ass, you ain't had no problem when
you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and
shit Project pat man, you got me mess up! La
Chat FUCK YOU!

chorus (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore
(that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo
little ass out the door (that's right, that's
right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho
(that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho,
start no show (that's right, that's right)

La Chat
I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so
muthafuck ya Nigga you can get the fuck on, cause
I don't love ya I don't want ya trick, fuck the
hoes that you cheated wit Now, we ain't together,
you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch Nigga
please, know that you thought, that I would leave
ya Nigga please, know that you thought, a bitch
need ya Fuck you up, is for the good that I done
left ya, man La Chat got ya sick, cause I'm moving
on to better things Gotta nigga break down fuck me
all against the wall Tell me that he love me,
taking shopping sprees at the mall Clean my truck,
keep yo son, boy, I'm out here living large When
I'm on my tour, he be giving me his credit cards
When I hit the door, we be fuckin on the kitchen
floor He be eating my pussy, but of course you
know you is the pro Fuckin up wit you, had me
thinking dreams ain't true Now, sittin' here
thinking, why the fuck I every fuck wit you

chorus (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore
(that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo
little ass out the door (that's right, that's
right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho
(that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho,
start no show (that's right, that's right)
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Project Pat
I'm have to holla back at cha, flip you like a
spatula Turn you into a bachelorette and I'm a be
a bachelor I'm a la spectacular, living like a
macula No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on
crackula Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to
actula Like you was the boss, and you suck me dry
like Dracula You deserve a smackula, better yet a
snapula Right across yo lips, work your hips on
the trackula Fuck 'em til you sense-u-less, captin
so ridiculous Never hear, what you say, cause you
speaking gibberish You the bitch, yapping squaw,
for some dick, on the stalk You done got your
walking papers, now its time for you to walk Step
on off and be a mom, dem yo kids I got none You at
home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun Riding
clean smelling good, dipping in ya neighborhood
Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya
could

chorus (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore
(that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo
little ass out the door (that's right, that's
right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho
(that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho,
start no show (that's right, that's right)

Project Pat
I'm a gorilla on a ho-a, so BITCH don't you start
The cap cock booty ho, and the every card Go steal
a credit card, so we can play some paper You got a
rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker I'm mean a
dummy breaker, don't be no instigator I'll beat
the brakes on yo ass like the terminator I used to
fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo (booty) I fired
you, now you looking like some dodo A rudy poo
poo, that what ya really is Ain't buying shit for
dem rats, ho dem ain't my kids You come a crying
back-a, the key is what you lack- a You drink some
gasoline, I'm a bout to strike a match-a I don't
got nothing for-a, see you and I ignore ya You
used to be a vette (corvette), now you an old
Explorer It ain't a thang you can do to get back
in either You won't even get the privilege to suck
peter

chorus (Project Pat) I don't need you anymore
(that's right, that's right) So, you can get yo
little ass out the door (that's right, that's
right) Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho
(that's right, that's right) Cause don't know ho,
start no show (that's right, that's right)