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Lil Wayne

"Project b*tch (Remix)"

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, and 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, yea I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin babies without no drama
To my n*ggas with figgas say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a "$" on yo chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it and be puttin they mouth on it
An 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 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*gga
Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a n*gga

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Give me a project b*tch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a f*ck
An say she took that di*k

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My momma send 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 out an sold out
But I f*cked up when I started livin up in this hoes house
n*gga started f*ckin one of the broads
Cause she was suckin a n*gga di*k so good keepin it hard
Lettin a n*gga c*m all over her chest and tongue
She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun
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 pus*y ain't gotta n*gga tweakin at all
I slang this di*k summer winter spring an the fall
Ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
I'm tryin to hit ya from the back to ya house
Cause lord this mothrf*ckin di*k good and it always be hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]
Look - a n*gga could catch me r'd 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*gga b*tch I know been wantin to f*ck
I deal with sl*ts ladies an b*tches don't give a f*ck
Project bosses Weezy say "Respect Us"
b*tch n*gga find me in the 4 door Lexus
I got a b*tch shoot dice an a b*tch that ain't right
I got a b*tch 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 di*k suckin pro
A calico hoe, a real solid b*tch out Chicago
I got a brat type b*tch like to whine an sh*t
I got a project b*tch like to start some sh*t

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: B.G.]
Ohh yeah!
I like tha ones that know go straight to her knees
Properly please properly serve BG
It ain't no other breed no other kind or type
Believe them rillas out tha PJ's nothin nice
Behind their man run, they gone chase somethin
Tie ya down and spray that mace in yo face cuzen
They take that di*k good like they know it ain't no tomorrow
They get on top and oh they just a jumpin
I love that I let them do what do I don't stop em
Watch her do her thing I just lay back and watch her
They know they burnin know they on fire
They know they hot as it can't get can't get no hotter
They sport Finded sport Iceberg and Powdler
I can't help that I love ghetto hood P poppers
I want be right if i ain't got a b*tch
That's ghetto fab and com'n straight out tha bricks

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