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• Artiste: Joey Trap
• Titre: Project Kid
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Akachi in this mother fucker I'm a project kid, get it how I live Catch me Lower East-Side, posted with yo' bitch And those shorties hella bad, got the biggest lips Like a shorty with an ass and them thick hips Ayy, bust it down 'til it do a flip Ayy, we should go to France, take her on a trip (Ayy) Get it out them bands, you should flip them bricks, woah Now I got the cash, I don't need this shit Flying state to state, I got the safe on me In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it I don't never talk to police, that's a case on it Got the rollie with the VV's with the face on it Girl you took my heart, but it ain't stolen In the foreign car, call it range rovin' Let my niggas shine 'cause they stay golden Girl you took my heart, but it ain't stolen Need a couple rounds fuckin' with you Every time you leave, girl, I miss you I don't need a bitch, baby, just you We can grab a fifth and get drunk too Yeah, back shots, need a back brace Break that bitch down, fuck the whole place up Ayy, don't make a sound, cover that mouth up Yeah, we both the same cus we don't give fucks Flying state to state, I got the safe on me In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it I don't-, I don't never talk to police, yeah, uh Got the VV's on my rollie I'm a project kid, get it how I live Catch me Lower East-Side, posted with yo' bitch And those shorties hella bad, got the biggest lips Like a shorty with an ass and them thick hips Ayy, bust it down 'til it do a flip Ayy, we should go to France, take her on a trip (Ayy) Get it out them bands, you should flip them bricks, woah Now I got the cash, I don't need this shit Flying state to state, I got the safe on me In the Wraith, homie, drive in interstate on it I don't never talk to police, that's a case on it Got the rollie with the VV's with the face on it Girl you took my heart, but it ain't stolen In the foreign car, call it range rovin' Let my niggas shine 'cause they stay golden Girl you took my heart, but it ain't stolen Need a couple rounds fuckin' with you Every time you leave, girl, I miss you I don't need a bitch, baby, just you We can grab a fifth and get drunk too