boss hogg outlawz – make a girl feel flow lyrics
[talking:]
yeah that’s right, bounce killa
it’s your favorite rapper’s, favorite rapper n-gg-
dead end southside, boyz n blue
boss hogg outlawz n-gg-, they know killa run it
[kyleon:]
it’s killa kyleon, i’m back up in the mix again
pyrex fork scratching, i’m back up in the bricks again
and you can catch me in the hood, like a fan belt
with a heater on me, that’ll make your man melt
i’m the truth in the booth, i’m not liar homie
no i snitch, i ain’t letting fed’s, put a wire on me
before killa take the stand, he gon take a man life
put him in the sleeper, like the reaper n-gg-
i’ll have you pushing up daisies, like a gardener
head covered in red, like st. louis cardinals
so play p-ssy, and you gon get f-cked quick homie
only difference is, you the p-ssy this the d-ck homie
billy the kid, kyleon’ll make you famous
i’m the best rapper in houston, listen that’s a no-brainer
and that ain’t arrogance, that’s confidence
i make good music like kanye, use your common sense
[slim thug:]
this one for my n-gg-z on the grind, moving rocks on the corner
laws on watch, streets hotter than a sauna
hustlers getting paid, always keep the heater on ya
cause them n-gg-z start to hate, when your paper gets stronger
my paper getting longer, your paper getting shorter
my grind mo’ stronger, i hustle mo’ harder
i’m way mo’ smarter, than them other rap dudes
with them bad att-tudes, cause they broke and confused
i’m at peace, no beef with no crews
but if i battled on the beats or the streets, i won’t lose
i’m a motherf-cking winner mayn
every contest i enter mayn, way back since i was a beginner mayn
by far, i don’t bar the war
i take the top off your car, and fire up a cigar
n-gg-z b-tches, need to wear panties and bras
n-gg-z snitches, and they don’t even know who you are
just talking, for the spotlight
i ain’t hard to find, you can catch young slim thug out nights
up in the town, f-cking around
having fun at the same time, clutching a pound
face a clown, wanna do a show
the fo’-fo’ blow smoke, like a n-gg- blowing pounds of the killer dro
they act hard, but them n-gg-z know
come playing with the boss man, and get you b-mped off man
[pj:]
these hating -ss n-gg-z, love to see you doing bad
that’s why i grab my pen and pad, and do these n-gg-z bad
stay fresh to death, till my body out of breath
i’m pj b-tch, keep your hating to yourself
stick to the g-code, real with this game
i done been through it all, and i’m still in the game
selling cocaine, gotta get it how i live
might blow a n-gg- brains, gotta get it how i live
pull up on the scene, everybody freeze up
thugging like a motherf-cker, staying g’d up
j’s on my feet, with a fresh white t
i’m a outlaw b-tch, you ain’t gotta like me
knocking hoes down, like bowling pins
hoes recognize a g, when i’m strolling in
like yokahoma tires, i hull these hoes
i’m a playa made n-gg-, i don’t love these hoes what
[talking:]
mic check one-two, one two
you know who it is n-gg-, freestyling in this b-tch
sir motherf-cking daily, rayface
killa kali, thugga, pj, c. ward
[sir daily:]
outlawz in this b-tch, and you know we gon floss
the weather hot, so the top getting tossed
i’m a boss, so i throw it in the air
come through, sir daily got a hoe and i’ma share
i keep pairs, yeah i keep twins
got’s to slide through, i’m thinking bout my ends
thinking bout a benz, with them what c-ck eyes
i’ma come through, nice hoe with thick thighs
got’s to be fine, if she on my n-gg- d-ck
i’ma come through, in this b-tch getting rich
got’s to get big, i got’s to get fatter
daily in this b-tch, got drank in my badder
hoes on my nuts, but i pay em no mind
got’s to get paid, everyday on the grind
puffing on pounds, i’ma share with my n-gg-z
n-gg- talk down, garunteed to see triggas
c-ck them hoes back, i’ma just pull
daily in this b-tch, off the drank and i’m full
got like a bull, i’ma just raise
i’m 2005, on another page
put it in your face, never gon slack
got pj, in the back blowing sacks
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