Project b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
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 dawgs
But I love y'all broads, yeah, I love y'all broads
To the ladies havin' babies without no drama
To my n*ggas with figgas say "I love my baby mama"
I bought them shoes, them tattoos, and even fixed yo breasts
I put you inside the flyest rides and put a "S" on yo' chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
This is for the ones who wobbled it and 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 and just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red and vodka, it just carry a n*gga
Give me three minutes, maybe four she be wantin to marry a n*gga

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Give me a project b*tch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a f*ck
And say she took that di*k
Give me a project chick
Give me a hoodrat b*tch
One that don't give a f*ck
And say she took that di*k
[Verse 3: Juvenile]
My mama send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out
And said we ain't gone have no evil in this house
So I rolled out, scoped me an ounce 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 ho 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 y'all pus*y ain't gotta n*gga tweakin' at all
I slang this di*k Summer, Winter, Spring and the Fall
Ask me lay it down, I'm bringin' it all
I'm tryna to hit ya from the back 'til ya holla, "Good lord"
"This motherf*ckin' di*k good and it always be hard"

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Give me a project b*tch
Give me a hoodrat chick
One that don't give a f*ck
And say she took that di*k
Give me a project chick
Give me a hoodrat b*tch
One that don't give a f*ck
And say she took that di*k
[Verse 4: Birdman]
Look, a n*gga 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 n*gga b*tch I know been wantin' to f*ck
I deal with sl*ts, ladies, and b*tches don't give a f*ck
Project bosses, Weezy say "Respect us"
b*tch n*gga, find me in the four-door Lexus
I got a b*tch shoot dice, a b*tch that ain't right
I got a b*tch who will front ya work and'll take ya life
I got a credit card ho, a scam type ho
A fraud type ho, like to snort that dope
A di*k suckin' pro, a calico ho
A real solid b*tch out Chicago
I got a brat type b*tch, like to whine and sh*t
I got a project b*tch like to start some sh*t

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