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cml lavish d - project nigga lyrics

[verse 1: king lavish d]
i’m a project n-gga yo, i be talking money
i got a white b-tch she a million dollar bunny
the banked up boy, i shine like it’s sunny
laughing out loud cause you n-ggas all funny
if you a broke b-tch you can’t do sh-t for me
if you a fake n-gga you can’t get sh-t from me
you ain’t saying nothing if you ain’t talking money
h2 hummer same color as some honey
project baby, candy rim mercedes
coach interior i did it for the ladies
red diamond chains on just like baby
red bandana on lavish so brazy
i’m still in the hood, everybody know me
all red gucci belt, holding up the 40
i’m still in the trap, trapping with my homies
if i don’t f-ck with you n-gga you must be phony
i f-ck with real n-ggas, f-ck with real k!llers
trap booming all night i f-ck with drug dealers
my whole clique certified ain’t n0body [?]
keep it 100 everybody got a feeling

[verse 2: king lavish d]
i grew up in new park when i knew about the mobb
i was only 17 tearing up the block
busting down whole birds selling old rocks
putting all my n-ggas on, sewing up the spot
king of the south side, got the streets locked
selling dope and busting heads, it was me and pop
2003 that’s when my baby mom got shot
they smoked my n-gga wes and the fbi was hot
i stopped selling dope, and i picked up that kata
cracking face masks like i playing for the raiders
baskin robbin guns i got all different flavors
1100 rounds n-gga i got it for the haters
task kicked in the door and found a couple guns
canines was everywhere i couldn’t even run
no one ever dipped my fingerprints wasn’t even on them guns
i just took that 5 years so they wouldn’t take my son

[verse 3: king lavish d]
i’m always in the hood, f-cking with my niece
real my business like my n-gga lil p
cl-t 30 round d-ck hanging out to see
don’t make me leave your whole brain hanging out your wig
i’m taking up the whole lane like a big rig
i really got a mansion, but i’ve never been on cribs
i put the steel on your grill like some ribs
he spitting up blood man get this boy a bib
it is what it is i’m from that project housing
sitting in the trap counting $200,000
birds on the table stacked up like a mountain
i touched so much money dog i should be an accountant
player haters frowning i’m the king of the town
different color diamonds like the clothes on a clown
don’t ever try to play me dog it is how it sounds
1100 guttas starz up guns down

[chorus]
i’m a project n-gga
project n-gga
project n-gga
p-p-project n-gga
i-i be talking money
i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i’m a project n-gga
project n-gga
project n-gga
p-p-project n-gga
i-i be talking money
i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i’m a project n-gga
project n-gga
project n-gga
p-p-project n-gga
i-i be talking money
i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i’m a project n-gga
project n-gga
project n-gga
p-p-project n-gga
i-i be talking money
i be talking money
i-i be talking money
i-i be talking money

- cml lavish d lyrics

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