Gel And Weave Lyrics - Project Pat

[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, 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 

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[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, 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 'cause her butt like an elephant 

Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant 

A mage 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 

[Hook] 

I like em ghetto!