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BOSS HOGG OUTLAWZ lyrics : "Freestyle (track 8)"

Yeah, yeah, yeah Killa
I'm a Hogg..


[Kyleon]
Kyleon's, no pretender G
I got a few of these bullets, I can send you G

Matter of fact $#&@ it, take the whole clip to your whip
My bullets on vacation, taking a trip to your lips
Snatch your $$# out your car, flipping your whip

Roll up a dro square po' up a drank, then sip in your whip
Uh my flow dope, like what you would call crack
Now if I ain't a Outlawz, then what do you call that

Cause I'ma beat up the beat, like a $#&@ing ball bat
Along with some ^!$$%z, bout killing and all that
Me, Thugger, Sir Daily, Mel and PJ

Gon stay hogging, and doing %#@! the G way
Gon make us a bunch of money, $#&@ the freeway
And if you don't play our %#@!, we $#&@ing up the DJ

It's a fact brah, I'm fin to stack brah
I can't cut these ^!$$%z, no slack brah
My bullets, just like a crocodile hunter

So when they see your Gator, they finna attack ya

[Hook]

H-Town Texas, where the Outlawz hang
We waited and grilled out, that's a Outlaw thang
H-Town Texas, where the Outlawz hang

We waited and grilled out, that's a Outlaw thang
H-Town Texas, where the Outlawz hang
We waited and grilled out, that's a Outlaw thang

A lot of folks try to jack, from our Outlaw slang
Ain't no love, cause you can't love a Outlaw mayn


[Sir Daily]
I'm a Hogg, and ball 24/7
Hustle like I'm dope selling, but I'm just flow setting

Dro smelling, cause I keep that lit
^!$$%z trying to hide they hoes, cause I skeet they chick
We deep as $#&@ over here, peep the cuts in my ear

All day no play, heat tucked over here ^!$$%
You $#&@ing, with a street team
That's money hungry for life, we got's to keep green

It's no shorts, no losses big cars
Big houses iced out, lights out
Here come them North Bosses, slash Hogging Outlawz

I'm in until the end, I'ma shout it not crawl

[Hook]


[PJ]
PJ what's the deal, wrecking mics showing skills

Hoe $$# ^!$$%z talking down, cause they see me chasing dolla bills
H-Town is my hood, ghetto star it's understood
Hit the club holding wood, hopping out smelling good

No grill no ice, do it once I'll do it twice
Hoe show up at the bar, sipping Hypnotic with no ice
Pull a star spit my game, hit the room get some brain

Pimps don't die we multiply, catch us up in two lanes
Break a (*##$ shake a (*##$, she come around me I'll take your (*##$
You ^!$$%z out there, that's holding weight

Don't make no mistake, we'll take your bricks
My homies getting bread, got homies in the FED
PJ hoe I'm a killa for real, you $#&@ with me you feeling lead

I ain't scared I'm turned out, doing bad I'm burned out
^!$$%z killing they brain cells, (*##$ put that sherm out
Once was lost but now I'm found, PJ platinum bound

Me whack yo how that sound, you smoking that %#@! like Bobby Brown
We rip tracks we spit facts, flip Lacs and grip gats
They took my ^!$$% out the game, but homie we gon fix that

Northside time to ride, $#&@ with me like suicide
My world ain't been the same, since my homie pulled the loot out
Gangsta %#@! gangsta click, listen to a gangsta spit

Hope you understand, that you $#&@ing with a gangsta (*##$
Boss Hogg Outlawz, big money big balls
$#&@ with one of my team mates and I'm gon bust your %#@! dog


[Hook x2]

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