feat. La Chat

[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 pat]let 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)





[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)