Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project 8, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Cloverfield 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SS
Song language: English
Project 8 |
| Hey, Cris, fuck you |
| You dig |
| She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga (uh) |
| I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger (uh, uh, uh) |
| I ain’t goin' outside while my cake a lil bigger |
| I ain’t with these lames, man, fuck these niggas (woah woah woah woah woah woah |
| woah) |
| Told a bitch I’ll give her 10 for the paper (yeah, yeah) |
| Origami, fold that bitch like a paper (yeah, yeah, you dig) |
| Bitch gon' suck that dick and got it lit like Fantasia (yeah, yeah) |
| I’m on two Perc 10, bitch, I ain’t cum in two days, huh (woo woo) |
| Told her lick me, I got 31 flavours |
| Fuck the girl next door like who the neighbours (like who that is) |
| Pimp sleep, drip, handmade suit tailored (there it is) |
| Took her off the track and put her on the fake me (yuh, you dig) |
| Put it on Casca, I ain’t lose out on nothing (not on nothing) |
| And I just finished with Droly (yeah, on go) |
| Bitches swear it’s cool, they need to withdraw me (where they go) |
| Ten saga diamonds in my mouth, I add 'em in below me (tuh) |
| Nigga, it’s the mob, yeah, it’s money over objects (yuh) |
| Sucker for the love, Femto green hearted (yuh, yuh) |
| Bustin' out the brains, tryna see what you thought, bitch (dig) |
| Shoot the AK 'til I’m tired, no exhaust kit (bah, bah) |
| I’ma tote a K that knock a plane out this bitch (huh) |
| Andale, told her feel my pain like I’m Cris (you dig) |
| What you claim? |
| Black Medellin that descent, uh |
| 430 Tear Drop Gang full effect, uh |
| She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga, uh |
| She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga, uh |
| I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh) |
| I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh) |
| Wish me well, nigga, you a wishin' well, nigga (yuh, yuh) |
| Run a lick and tell niggas, Gucci with Chanel slippers (yuh, yuh, yuh, SSET) |
| These niggas whole Master Splinters, how you talk to 12, nigga? |
| Turned 13 when I was 11, I couldn’t be a 12, nigga (on God) |
| We like, «Fuck 12», nigga, and she fucked like 12 niggas |
| Turned a slut for 6 figures, I’m green hearted for 10 winters, uh |
| Winter solstice, yeah, I thought I told you who the coldest (oh, oh) |
| Put you on that car, robotic navigation taught me (yuh, yuh) |
| I just told Alexa to play Green Hearted (ah) |
| 9th grade, my ex said my dick was retarded (smash) |
| So I tatted a semi colon (yuh), that’s your bitch, she chose up on you (yuh, |
| yuh) |
| And I’m swattin' these gnats up off me (yuh), these niggas need female condoms |
| Condominium Fantasia (uh), save you (uh) |
| Glock got a laser (uh), this pill is contagious |
| Told a bitch I’ll give her 10 for the paper (yeah, yeah) |
| Origami, fold that bitch like a paper (yeah, yeah, you dig) |
| Bitch gon' suck that dick and got it lit like Fantasia (yeah, yeah) |
| I’m on two Perc 10, bitch, I ain’t cum in two days, huh (woo woo) |
| Told her lick me, I got 31 flavours |
| Fuck the girl next door like who the neighbours (like who that is) |
| Pimp sleep, drip, handmade suit tailored (there it is) |
| Took her off the track and put her on the fake me (yuh, you dig) |
| She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga, uh |
| She wanna lick the molly off me, nigga, uh |
| I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh) |
| I fucked your bitch and her check got bigger, uh (yuh) |
| Hey Cris, fuck you |
| Green hearted, you dig |