Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project Kid, artist - Joey Trap. Album song Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Rich Squad
Song language: English
Project Kid |
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 |