Project Pat

Project Pat - Gel and Weave lyrics

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[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, 揝till 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, 揋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



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[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 cuz 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



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[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



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