Gold Shine Project Pat (Ft. Three 6 Mafia)
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[Chorus: Project Pat]
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Hoody Hoo is the one, he be off in this game
Gold chain pinky ring, say to hell with some fame
Hustlin' to the end, ain't afraid of the pen
Treated dogs like his kin, got his brand on his skin
Drankin' fists of that Henny, I went and bought some Remy
A ho can come with genny, but she don't give a penny
I'm out there havin' plenty, I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park, you can die like Kenny
So try to get some money, for those actin' funny
You stay about the cheese mane, muthafuck the honey
Now don't you be a dummy, play me like gin rummy
I try to keep it business to keep food in my tummy
The ghetty, ghetty green on them 20s, ridin' clean
'Cause snatchin', paper chasin' just like I'm a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat, never catch me droppin' dimes
I'ma let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Hoody Hoo is the one, he be off in this game
Gold chain pinky ring, say to hell with some fame
Hustlin' to the end, ain't afraid of the pen
Treated dogs like his kin, got his brand on his skin
Drankin' fists of that Henny, I went and bought some Remy
A ho can come with genny, but she don't give a penny
I'm out there havin' plenty, I'm slangin' shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park, you can die like Kenny
So try to get some money, for those actin' funny
You stay about the cheese mane, muthafuck the honey
Now don't you be a dummy, play me like gin rummy
I try to keep it business to keep food in my tummy
The ghetty, ghetty green on them 20s, ridin' clean
'Cause snatchin', paper chasin' just like I'm a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat, never catch me droppin' dimes
I'ma let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine
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