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BOSS HOGG OUTLAWZ lyrics : "Boyoz N' Blue Flow 1"

[talking:]
Outlaw Season baby, yeah
Sir Daily baby, yeah


[Sir Daily:]
These hoes on you dog, like fleas and ticks

Trying to break the raw hogg, cause my cheese is thick
Nope I squeeze the clip, and let off a few hollows
Pop the top off a pint, take a few swallows

And let it marinate, here on a carrot chase
Yeah real recognize real, and we embarrass fakes
Pull up pass your plates, in a Jag that's great

Roof down through your town, with plenty glass to skate
I'm so glad they hate, it make me shine mo'
Spitting hits and talking %#@!, to make my shine grow

I puff pounds though, of that fine dro
On spinning rims, when I stop they rewind slow
Check my chest it's a mess, you could find snow

My wrist lit like a light, where the time go
Yup I mean my watch, I got schemes and plots
Calicoes AK's, and infra beams on glocks

Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do
I'm rolling with the same crew, that's crawling everything blue
Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do

I'm rolling with that same crew, that's crawling everything blue

[Kyleon:]

I put the snow up in a bag, and seal it in a zip-lock
Head to the kitchen, get harder than a grip lock
Grab the pyrex, and dump in the caine mayn

Then add a lil' water, work magic like Blaine mayn
Now that's the recipe, to cook up killer
I'm on the grind, if you ^!$$%z trying to look up Killa

I'm on the corner, like a street light
I'm like a box of Crayolas, Kyleon keep white
I keep ice, like an ice tray

Diamonds shining like the sun, got me looking like a nice day
Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables
Boys N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables

Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables
You had your turn, now move back it's our turn haters
0-5, now belongs to them Blue guys

$#&@ doing a mill, them Outlawz trying to do five
And pull up in some'ing new, like a blue five
Doors to the sky, hopping out looking too fly


[PJ:]
I came up from nothing, worked my way up to the top

Now I step on the scene, with a chest full of rocks
Hustle hard for my spot, can't let a ^!$$% take it
Every mic that I touch, it's fa sho I'ma break it

Got these hoes getting naked mayn, taking off they clothes
Ain't no such thang as love, cause I'm knowing that they hoes
Need a glass set of fo's, so I could throw em on a Lac

Hit the park on a Sunday, show them boys how to act
18's in the back, banging hard in the trunk
Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we known for pulling stunts

Better act like you know, when them Hoggs hit the do'
Make one wrong move, then we leaving with your hoe
Take her straight to the Mo', introduce her to click

Take my piece out my pants, introduce her to some dick
We some playas round here, tossing hoes counting riches
Y'all ^!$$%z know the motto, it's money over (*##$es what


[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thee's the reason, it's Outlaw season

Gon get use to what you seeing, cause my click ain't leaving
I be breathing the best smoke, receiving the best throat
Blue boys getting mo' rich, and leaving the rest broke

The key's in let's go, the ride and drive
Long as my ^!$$%z on my side, we gon soul survive surprise
I'm on my block, in the CL-5

Old folks use to joke, say I wouldn't be alive
Alive to see 25, well here I am mother$#&@ers
Break the bank no more chuckles, I told you I had hustle

I told ya that I'ma get it, I told ya that I'ma shine
Now I'm up here, looking down
Bad (*##$es from high school, take a look at who's cooking now
Thangs change, bet you (*##$es ain't tooken now
I'm a mother$#&@ing, beast in the streets

Done a few shows, and now I can't count all my new hoes
And stuck dick, in the throat of these !@#% chicks
That you call yours, y'all gals all !@^%s
But (*##$es still ain't %#@!, but hoes and tricks
You know Thugga, trying to get mo' rich mo' quick g'eah


[Hook: x2]
Boyz N' Blue, who the $#&@ are you
We the Boyz N' Blue, who the $#&@ are you
I'm a gangsta, young thug ^!$$%

And no I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla

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