- Three 6 Mafia Project Hoes 歌詞
- Three 6 Mafia
- 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 leray
Bitch, fuck with me and she gotsta 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 lo, lo
Try to copy the keys to his front and his back door
Ain't no money come, nigga gettin' that hoe money
Like [unverified] on that blow money
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 tongue unique, take me over flow this freak
Of this game my dick can love, never do this shit in public
Now she's chewin' on it like a 5 piece chicken nugget
Gettin' rugged late at night, if it's free the price is right
She's the type to be tha
Dyke until the second cummer cries
You can't change, just let her be
She gets over [unverified]
Love the sex 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 porno scene [unverified]
A playa mix hideously like a bitch
Take a check and leave her at the bank and find a date to get
Savage like a
Cherokee, split the [unverified] head and leave
Bonen hoes whose
X-rated, evil like the pharasies
Ain't no money come, nigga gettin' that hoe money
Like [unverified] on that blow money
Shit, drop it off, chop it off, shit,
I'm trying to make my ends
All about my hustle stackin'
Kennedy's and
Benjamin's
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 come, nigga gettin' that hoe money
Like [unverified] on that blow money
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