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Project Bitch

Juvenile

The Source Presents: Hip Hop Hits, Vol. 5 [Clean]

2001

And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick 
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick

My mama send me by

Trynna break my heart baby girl don't you dare
Its sweatpants season, and all the baddies wanna stare
Latina long hair don't care
Ecuadorian (Alright

nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me
I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with

We can break bread if you want (Aye)
Or you can bump yo head if you don’t (Aye, aye)
One thang for sure, everybody got excuses (Aye)
You can act

livewires
Quick to do a drive by
Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline
Get right in a line of fire
Cocaine on the table make her get
Down

sniffing on snow
This ain't no off-white this be the rove 
This ain't no drop top down by the grove 

Im trying to swerve in my lane 
Im trying to see where

at the sky
While I barley get by
But I'm busting my ass so I know I'll be fine
Life
Don't know what it bout
Ya
Hoping I'll figure it out
Ya
Taking my time
When

robbed or sent to jail, or maybe
even getting her arm broke by some sadistic fool out the suburbs, right
And then she gets all that money and then she

living to die
For my mama's pain and all of my kin
I ain't got a choice, I gotta win
This for all my people living a lie
Don't you waste the time just

should've known I'm not the chosen hero
Break down with tears
Snow on my hair
My obsession cages me in
You were feeling good
To kill me in the foggy woods
Why

Big Bidness

Big Sean

Double or Nothing

2017

Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal

Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did

You know I was broke, well, I still am
Mama said if you don't work it might hit the fan
I got it, I'm on my money guard, I'm digging up bands
You

Pretty little lady dropped a lotto in the suitcase
Lucky number 7, head to heaven on a big break
Didn't quite get it, don't regret for a minute
I'm

Downing down some more
Seeing shit not there
Cops are at the door
Lock it then explore
Think of other options
Tell my mama I won't make it home
Hell

Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga

Lul mama she nasty
Hear the clap of the beat that's the way that, that ass be
Put her hand on my chest when she walkin right past me
Run her down

break it down
Cullinan Diamond, when I take the crown
'Cause when I take the crown, I'ma break the crown
You'll know when I get there

I don't wanna

know how I'm coming)
Ain't a nigga ever gave me shit (Nigga ever gave me shit)
Came out the pussy by my lonely (Lonely)
Ten toes down don't need no

Come on lil mama
Anytime yeah
Anytime
Yeah, Slip n Slide
Any night when you riding with me
I can put you on a flight cruise ship by the sea
Act like you

right now
Come here peak look
She make her mama so proud
She'll make her story alright
I feel it in the right right now
Holding her own sight
She break it

In the Ghetto

Solomon Burke

The Bishop Rides South

1988

away
He buys a gun, steals a
Car,
Tries to run, but he don't
Get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round
An angry young man
Face down

forgiveness 
Forgiveness 
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore 

There are people in your life 
who've come and gone 
They let you down and hurt your

Christmas Wrapping

Kidz Bop Kids

Kidz Bop Christmas [2009]

2002

Bah hum, but that's too strong!
'Cause it is my favorite holiday
But all this years been a busy blur
Don't think I have the energy
To add to my

coat (Ok)
Lil mama over there look bad
Walkin' around just shakin' that ass (Yeah)
Hands on ya knees don't break ya back
Jiggle that ass let me see it