La Chat, T-Rock, Project Pat - Project Hoes lyrics

[La Chat, T-Rock, Project Pat - Project Hoes lyrics]

Project, project, project hoe
Project, project, project hoe
Project, project, project hoe
Project, project, project hoe

Bullshitters go for the he say she say
Real niggas go for the Lucha Libré
Bitch fuck with me and she gots to pay me
Loot in my hand hoe before you leave me
Go get your fuck on cuz that don't phase me
Lame niggas 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' fuckin other hoes' that don't amaze me
Hoes' breakin other hoes' my kinda lady
Shit you can suck a dick
You still my bitch 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

Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money
(Like that weed or a key of that blow money)

Universal hoes i meet
Migrating 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 it
Even do this shit in public
Now shes chewin' on it like
A 5 piece chicken nugget
Gettin rugged late at night
If it's 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 overtook with glee, Love the sex
More than shop fanatics love a shoppen spree
The dyke my hoe don't have to plea
Long as she just let me see
Her companion eat her out
A porno scene, free of fee a playa mix
Hideously break a bitch
Take a check and leave her at the
Bank and find a date to get
Savage like a cherokee
Split the blunt, and tear the leaves
Bonen hoes whose x rated
Evil like the pharasies

Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money
(Like that weed or a key of that blow money)

Shit drop it off chop it off
Shit i'm trying to make my ends
All about my hustle stackin
Kennedys and Benjamins
Nigga how you figga that lil chat
Be with that playa shit
Got me fucked up nigga now you
Fuckin with the right bitch
Sad cuz you can't fake it or relate
It to the game you layin
Cuz i'll be so chiefed man talking
About shit get about your playin
Yea i love you boo i love to
Feel your tongue between my ass
But i love you more because you break
Me off with dope and cash
Shit 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 fuckin i be
Thinkin bout the cheese i'm stackin
Yea i be a hoe for that
Dough ain't no fuck 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
Nigga's think you pimpin me lil
Chat your fuckin nightmare

Ain't no money quicker than that hoe money
(Like that weed or a key of that blow money)

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