T-Rock - Project Hoes lyrics

Project project project hoe [x4] [Verse 1: Project Pat] Bullsh**ters go for the he say she say Real n***as go for the Lucha Libré b**h f** with me and she gots to pay me Loot in my hand hoe before you leave me Go get your f** on cuz that dont phase me Lame n***as let that will drive them crazy Hoes see a playa pulling up screaming save me If i gotta weak mind the cap will slave me High off that weed smoke i'ze kinda hazy Can't work no job man i'ze kinda lazy Hoes' f**in other hoes' that don't amaze me Hoes' breakin other hoes' my kinda lady sh** you can s** a dick you still my b**h though Long as you get the cheese and bring it pronto Don't talk about us we on the low low Try to copy the keys to his front and his back door [Chorus] Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money (Like that weed or a key of that blow money) [Verse 2: T-Rock] Universal hoes i meet My grade in my city streets You should see her jaws If you think the nile rivers deep Can't no other mouth compete Costin me the richest peek Techniques of the tounge unique Take me over flow this freak Of this game my dick can love Never do this sh** in public Now shes chewin on it like a 5 piece chicken nugget Gettin rugged late at night If its free the price is right Shes the type to be tha dyke Until the second cummer cries You can't change just let her be She gets over ? Love the s** More than shop fanatics love the shoppen spree The dyke my hoe don't have to pee Long as she just let me see Her companion eat her out A p**no scene ? A playa mix hidiously like a b**h Take a check and leave her at the bank and find a date to get Savage like a cherokee Split the ? head and leave Bonen hoes whose x-rated Evil like the pharasies [Chorus] [Verse 3: La Chat] sh** drop it off chop it off sh** i'm trying to make my ends All about my hustle stackin kenedys and benjamins n***a how you figga that lil chat be with that playa sh** Got me f**ed up n***a now you f**in with the right b**h Sad cuz you can't fake it or relate it to the game you layin Cuz i'll be so chiefed man talking about sh** get about your playin Yea i love you boo i love to feel your tongue between my a** But i love you more because you break me off with dope and cash sh** i gotta have it wanna grab it you can't touch me hoe You can taste me trick ain't got no problems if you got that dough Satisfaction what you lackin cuz i stay about my mackin Plus when we be f**in i be thinkin bout the cheese i'm stackin Yea i be a hoe for that dough ain't no f** for free All about that fatty is whatever ain't no stoppin me Feelin isn't good i'm given tender love and plenty care n***a's think you pimpin me lil chat your f**in nightmare [Chorus]