LYRICFLUENT
LYRICFLUENTProjects Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo Icewear Vezzo
Below, you will find the lyrics for Projects by Icewear Vezzo.
Ooh
Live From The 6
I was on fire, they wanted to tie my hands
Used to get them cheap 'bows, thousand-dollar yams
Put them bitches in the sky, show you how to land
All them pussy niggas died helpin' out the feds
Mixin' twenty-five hundred dollar eighths Twelve-fifty zips
Ain't never build a crib, we only sell niggas bricks
Bustin' down a bale, fish scale, them niggas shrimps
We ain't checkin' niggas' temp', fuck 12, get him blitzed
Search 'em at the door like, 'Who you came with and who you here for?'
Got Bam Bam, Barney Rubble for that Flintstone
That Lamb' fast, burnin' rubber when that fent' gone
I don't smoke Wham, Purple Muffins 'cause it hits strong
Still thuggin' in the trenches Cullinan on sixes
Quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit
Cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dishes
Bet I'll be up a hundred M's before you touch your first ticket
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet
Count the paper 'til the morning, I ain't tired yet
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet
How the fuck you think we opps and you ain't die yet?
Turn the trap into the crib, use the side steps
My son playin' with a scale like it's an object
We the ones that got it hot because we shine best
Jump back like hopscotch, can write a blind check
Twenty-million-dollar nigga in the trenches
Don't pillow talk to bitches
Purple-face Rollie look like Miller Lite and Trishy
Hundred round yopper in the crib right by the kitchen
Stash spot sit in the ceiling, fifty cartridge by the windows
Real ghetto boy, let me fuck for free
Dog nigga, ain't a bitch that don't fuck with me
Best dog in the city, cut the least
Nigga, fuck the peace
Cashed a million-dollar check and bought another piece
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet
Count the paper 'til the morning, I ain't tired yet
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet
How the fuck you think we opps and you ain't die yet? Nigga
Live From The 6
In them trenches every day
This for all the real get-money niggas
All the real havin'-ass niggas
All the time
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Did you like this lyrics translation?
Learn French with lessons based on similar songs!
Rated 4.9 ★ by 7000+ learners
Apple and App Store are trademarks of Apple Inc.
Google Play and the Google Play logo are trademarks of Google LLC.