Big Tymers, Juvenile, Lil Wayne and Cash Money Millionaires - Project Bitch
Yo, Fresh, you ready?
I'm ready, man, let me do this (run it, run it)
What? What? What? What? (Sheeit)
What? What? What? What you, what you need, what?
What? What? What? What? Huh? Huh?
Come on, come on, come on
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
But I love y'all broads, yeah, I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin' babies without no drama
To my niggas with figures, say, "I love my baby mama"
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed your breasts
I put you inside the flyest ride, put a "S" on your chest
This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin' they mouth on it
And they suck everything out of it, then they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy, I'm off the heezy, believe me
See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy
When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave 'em with no choice
But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red and vodka, it just carry a nigga
Give me three minutes, maybe four, she be wantin' to marry a nigga
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
And said, "We ain't gon' have no evil in this house"
So I rolled out, scoped me a house and sold out
But I fucked up when I started livin' up in this ho's house
Nigga started fuckin' one of the broads
'Cause she was suckin a nigga dick good and keepin' it hard
Lettin' a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her children
She was a ho, she gave me head behind the building
Ain't sellin' records, but her mouth could sell a million
If you wanna take it there, we can break it off
'Cause y'all pussy ain't got a nigga tweakin' at all
I slang this dick summer, winter, spring and the fall
Ask me lay it down, I'm bringin' it all
I'm tryin' to hit you from the back 'til ya holla, "Good Lord"
This motherfuckin' dick good and it always be hard (yeah, yeah)
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Look, a nigga could catch me re'd up
Them white folks know the code so we G'd up
And my Range Rover four-door be D'd up
Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
Got this nigga bitch I know I been wantin' to fuck
I deal with sluts, ladies and bitches don't give a fuck
Project bosses, Weezy say "Respect us"
Bitch nigga find me in a four-door Lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice, a bitch that ain't right
I got a bitch who'll front you work and'll take your life
I got a credit card ho, a scam type ho
A fraud type ho like to snort that dope
A dick suckin' pro, a calico ho
A real solid bitch out Chicago
I got a brat type bitch like to whine and shit
I got a project bitch like to start some shit
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
Written by:
Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray
Publisher:
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find