Bahj MoRey, Project Pat - The Exorcist lyrics
[Bahj MoRey, Project Pat - The Exorcist lyrics]
"What an excellent day for an exorcism"
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Ay, yeah, hoe ay!
It’s Bahjii, bitch! Aka greatness (Uh, huh)
That funky purp be my fragrance
I love that gas and I’m shameless
Puffin' big B’s while I lane switch
Dustin' all these niggas y’all bang with
Special victim, lil maggot, we heinous
Chew you up, spit ya out like a danish
No games, leave a fuck nigga brainless
(You scared?)
You punk-ass niggas be the strangest
Got you scared, that’s real entertainment
Never in my muhfuckin' life been a plaintiff
Lil John Doe, untraced, he nameless
Ride round with Migos, rims stainless
Lil' nigga don’t know it get dangerous (Woo)
Pop the trunk, goddamn it’s spacious!
One in the head, they finna make it painless
All this money I’m gripping (Uh, huh)
I don’t give a damn who witnesses
Me get the money and flip it (Uh, huh)
I'm runnin these bands with a swift uh-ness
And all y’all niggas gon' feel this
Muhfuckin' hate in ya blood
That’s a sick uh-ness
I murk anything I touch
Bahj MoRey, the motherfucking Exorcist
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh, huh)
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad)
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE
Yeah, hoe (yeah, hoe) yeah, hoe (yeah, hoe)
Pattah (yeah, hoe)
I'm so flexin' in this Lambo
Blacker than a sambo
Draco light you like a candle
Gun you down like Rambo
Have you shittin' out a pampo
Oops, I mean, "Pamper"
Told your bitch I need a sampler
Pussy stink like a hamper
Where you put the dirty clothes at (Ew)
Coke where you put your nose at (Ew)
That's gon' have the track jumping back
VVS's on my teeth
I'm a big cat and you meeces
Shuttin' all you lil' niggas down like feces
Assault rifles and some bales
Of that Cali good
In a ol' North Memphis hood'll
Have you to the good
Pockets swollen like a pregnant bitch's belly
Mercedes inside peanut butter, outside jelly
(Ew)
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh, huh)
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad)
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe yeah, hoe
Ay, yeah, hoe ay!
It’s Bahjii, bitch! Aka greatness (Uh, huh)
That funky purp be my fragrance
I love that gas and I’m shameless
Puffin' big B’s while I lane switch
Dustin' all these niggas y’all bang with
Special victim, lil maggot, we heinous
Chew you up, spit ya out like a danish
No games, leave a fuck nigga brainless
(You scared?)
You punk-ass niggas be the strangest
Got you scared, that’s real entertainment
Never in my muhfuckin' life been a plaintiff
Lil John Doe, untraced, he nameless
Ride round with Migos, rims stainless
Lil' nigga don’t know it get dangerous (Woo)
Pop the trunk, goddamn it’s spacious!
One in the head, they finna make it painless
All this money I’m gripping (Uh, huh)
I don’t give a damn who witnesses
Me get the money and flip it (Uh, huh)
I'm runnin these bands with a swift uh-ness
And all y’all niggas gon' feel this
Muhfuckin' hate in ya blood
That’s a sick uh-ness
I murk anything I touch
Bahj MoRey, the motherfucking Exorcist
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh, huh)
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad)
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE
Yeah, hoe (yeah, hoe) yeah, hoe (yeah, hoe)
Pattah (yeah, hoe)
I'm so flexin' in this Lambo
Blacker than a sambo
Draco light you like a candle
Gun you down like Rambo
Have you shittin' out a pampo
Oops, I mean, "Pamper"
Told your bitch I need a sampler
Pussy stink like a hamper
Where you put the dirty clothes at (Ew)
Coke where you put your nose at (Ew)
That's gon' have the track jumping back
VVS's on my teeth
I'm a big cat and you meeces
Shuttin' all you lil' niggas down like feces
Assault rifles and some bales
Of that Cali good
In a ol' North Memphis hood'll
Have you to the good
Pockets swollen like a pregnant bitch's belly
Mercedes inside peanut butter, outside jelly
(Ew)
I’m gunning for the top spot (Uh, huh)
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs (Y'all mad)
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE (No lie)
I’m gunning for the top spot
Gon' have all these niggas big M-A-D
Y'all fake in y’all songs
You niggas sell lies, call ya big C-A-P
Original motherfucking style, lil' bitch
I really don’t care who feeling me
Not a ne'er nigga gon' stop the grind
I'ma get what I want, no L-IE