Project No. 742

Aye What What what what what Aye Maria bruh we coming for your fucking toes bitch Better mop and sweep ho Okay I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep No honkers to beep She eatin' my meat I'm beatin' my meat Now she feelin' the heat Pour out some lean Fuck a bitch that don't clean And she suck on my peen And she suck on my feet She get all freak in the sheet I fuck that freak in the sheet I put the peen in the spleen And I'm makin' her scream I'm makin' her cream She got with the team I'm makin' her cream She got with the team She get all freak in the sheet I fuck that freak in the sheet I put the peen in the spleen And I'm makin' her scream I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep No honkers to beep She eatin' my meat I'm beatin' my meat Now she feeling the heat We in the bed Bit gimme head If you wanted to link him, why he got mislead Snapping forty dude hey, what you gotta do Cruise wit the dude, I cruise in the coup Aye, 742 What the fuck that mouth do Spin up yo block and rest in peace Screw Leave you in the dust and write a review I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep I'm gon' make 'er feet bleed If bit don't mop n do sweep No honkers to beep She eatin' my meat I'm beatin' my meat Now she feeling the heat When it come to gettin' pussy I'm a feen though Bit callin' for my name like I'm Nemo Got yo cousin Still need mo' My choppa singin' loud like a C note Got a set of rules, that you have to follow Still chasing that guy Cristiano I can take apart, and put you back together When I was by your side, I never felt the pleasure Alone in the room, you wouldn't say a word You wanted to link up I said "okay where?" Doin' better now, bitch I'm a rock star You send me those texts bitch I don't fucking care Sixteen Bars in this chop like a long verse Find out when you sleep then we run up with the burst Cris been ignorin' you, shits getting worse How he gon' step on you like some Converse Give him two xan he start acting crazy Sip a lil lean wit Noah, now we lazy Draw up a blueprint, bitch ain't no Jay Z (Why'd you stop) I sound fucking retarded