PROJECT NO. 742 Lyrics

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