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project building - e-40 lyrics

[chorus: young scooter & (e-40)]
we don’t give a f-ck what you feelin’ (what you feelin’)
european car, no ceilin’ (no ceilin’)
gettin’ it, makin’ a k!llin’
made a quarter million out this project building (project building)
we don’t give a f-ck what you feelin’ (what you feelin’)
european car, no ceilin’ (no ceilin’)
gettin’ it, makin’ a k!llin’
made a quarter million out this project building (project building)

[verse 1: e-40]
a baby syria, kuwait
hundred round drums that look just like a curled up snake
chances are, you won’t survive if you fake
they’ll make your car (look like what?) look like a milk crate
bla-ba-bla-ba-bla, ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke
boo-boo-bloo-bloo, du-du-du-du-du-du
in new york they got subways, out here we got the bart
out here they’ll knock you down in front of walmart
it’s thowed, these youngstas crazy
born in tje 90’s and thousands, chemical babies
some about they allowance, some ain’t about sh-t
catch you off sides, outta bounds, and put the gun in your lip
in the projects, in the flatlands, in the inner city
it’s drug infested and gritty, polluted, sh-tty, p-ssy
rob they kinfolk for a brick, turn on ’em like a pit
beat a homie up ’cause they say he snitched
biatch!

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i keep a carbon filled chain in the gucci car
my goons got chopsticks like a sushi bar
all these europe babies say d-mn how cute you are
i said, “ay, f-ck you b-tch, you broke,” she said how rude you are
i’m in this project cut trying sell me some
i hope my cali plug tryna mail me some
maybe a brick, maybe some pills or a bale or somethin’
i need this brick cologne on ’cause i reek of money
i got a gold toothbrush, brush my t–th with money
i’m in the project building with like half-a-hundred
and my cutl-ss engine running, only god can judge me
east atlanta dictator, ain’t open for discussion
remember 1994? it was h-lla ugly
fourteen-years-old, family barely struggling
christmas, couldn’t get sh-t so i readjusted
you ever told on a n-gga, you can’t tell me nuttin’
it’s gucci

[verse 3: young scooter]
workin’ out my project window (project window)
i’m breaking everything down at the trap slow (trap slow)
smoking on that kush from california (og)
i’m coolin’ in the bay with the grower (with the growers)
if you don’t got respect in the projects (in the projects)
then you can never come to the projects (the bricks)
you need money and power or you gettin’ stretched (stretched)
i get the a-1 bricks from cali then they gettin’ stretched (forty)
i just left colombia now i’m back in the hood (back in the hood)
from lil mexico to cali, my plug good (mexico city)
and we don’t got no problems in our projects (no)
it’s a whole lot of foreigns in our project (foreigns)
we got bentley coupes and ‘raris in apartments (rari’s)
black amigo runs game from the projects (bmr)
quarter million dollars every week profit (come on)
the whole zone 6 atlanta on the hot sh-t (let’s go)

- e 40 lyrics

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