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Letras

[Verse 1]
Yeah, all the ladies say ho
All the hoes say
Yeah, here we go
A-Town, C-Post
Cutmaster Swift down your throat
Shorty
[Verse 2]
Boy, stop
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Raise up off of mine, put your elbow in
Slow your roll like your offsets is offset
You outta line 'cause you offline so you off net
Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood
On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good
Still got my Coogi, my shorty got her Gucci on
Flossin' on the same track I heard B.I.G. and Gucci on
Now we remixed it like it's two different packs
Of Kool-Aid up in the same jug and I'm feelin' same thug
This for the boys in the blue and Gs flamed up
I'm in the big body slab, framed up, game up
[Verse 3]
I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Hold up, hold up, guess who just showed up
Rolled up, post up drop with the doors up
I-I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it
(It's your boy, Project Pattah)
[Verse 4]
Still gon' get it off with the soft and the hard
Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars
Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars
Now I'm Escalade, sittin' high with the stars
Take a shine like a star 'cause my head is in the clouds
And I'm off paper so I'm right back on the loud
Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leadin' half a pound
Cousin house in the Bay on the north side of town
Man, the streets in me so I can't say I don't miss 'em
Dippin' through the hood pluckin' chickens but I don't kiss 'em
She wishin' that I take her home, long stick her long
Give it back, hit it from the back, back, then I'm gone
[Verse 5]
I-I-I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Hold up, hold up, guess who just showed up
Rolled up, post up drop with the doors up
I-I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much
[Verse 6]
Can't be trippin' 'bout no paper 'cause the safe is not so safe
The piggy bank got legs and feet and can get up and walk away
Shorty, with my Southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'Lac
From Atlanta to Savannah, can a **** stop that?
Not when God got his hands on me, only the strong survive
And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside
They try but which I overcome and succeed, indeed
But success there comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead, not follow, it's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled 'cause there might not be tomorrow
[Verse 7]
I-I-I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Hold up, hold up, guess who just showed up
Rolled up, post up drop with the doors up
I-I'm on my grind, shorty, don't block my shine, shorty
Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it
[Verse 8]
Yeah, yeah, y-yeah, A-Town representer (Hold, hold, hold up)
East Point, College Park, Decatur, yeah
I got my armor on, sword and shield on deck
Written by: Antwan Patton, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Radric Delantic Davis

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