Cash Money Millionaires - Project b**h lyrics

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Cash Money Millionaires - Project b**h lyrics

This is for deshawn, eshlawn, lil mama, an her friends Lisa, teresa, maria, tia, leah and kim I love yall broads No disrespect to my dogs But I love yall broads Yea I love yall broads To the ladies Havin babies Without no drama To my n***as With figgas Say I love my baby momma I bought them shoes And tattoos An even fixed yo breasts I put you inside the flyest rides An even put a "S " on yo chest (Verse 2: Lil' Wayne) This is for the ones who pop with it An be puttin they mouth on it An they s** everything out of it Then they catch it an 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 I leave them with no choice But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist Ruby Red an Vodka it just carry a n***a Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a n***a (Chorus: Juvenile) Give me a project b**h Give me a hoodrat chick One that dont give a f** An say she took that dick Give me a project chick Give me a hoodrat b**h One that dont give a f** An say she took that dick (Verse 3: Juvenile) My momma said she seen me by my grandma My grandma flipped out An said we ain't gone have no evil in this house So I rolled out Scoped me a house an sold out But I f**ed up when I started livin up in this hoes house n***a started f**in one of the broads Cause she was s**in a n***a dick so good keepin it hard Lettin a n***a cum all over her chest an tounge She was still young Because her children She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building Ain't sellin records but her mouth could sell a million If you wanna take it there we can break it off Cause yall p**y ain't gotta n***a tweakin at all I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall Ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all Im tryin to hit ya from tha back to ya holla good lord This muthaf**in dick good an it always be hard (Chorus) (Verse 4: Baby) Look look A n***a could catch me reel up Them white folks know the code so we g'd up An my range rover 4 door be d'd up Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts Got this n***a b**h I know been wantin to f** I deal with s*uts, ladies, and b**hes dont give a f** Project bosses Weezy say respect us b**h n***a find me in the 4 door lexus I got a b**h shoot dice, a b**h that ain't right I got a b**h who will front ya work an take ya life I got a credit card hoe A scam type hoe A fraud type hoe Like to snort that dope A dick s**in pro A calico hoe A real solid b**h out chicago I got a brat type b**h like to whine an sh** I got a project b**h like to start some sh** (Chorus til fade)