Boss Hogg Outlawz - Feeling Real Fly lyrics

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[PJ]

Feeling real fly, yeah I'm feeling real jazzy

Something bout fine hoes, can't let 'em pass me

Why I'm so thoed, that's what these hoes ask me

Fuck a hoodrat, I need something that's jazzy

Cute pretty face, with some nice looking toes

Put you in the slab, let you glide on the 4's

Money clothes and hoes, that's what a nigga live fa'

Niggaz on my dick, damn what's the deal brah

I'm trying to chill brah, and fuck with some freaks

You all in my ear, talking bout a c.d.

Nigga move around, let a playa shine

These niggaz kill me, with all this acting and lying

On the grind getting feddy, mouthpiece deadly

Boss Hogg Outlawz, these boys ain't ready

Antoine to South Main, trunks rattle and bang

Screens rain while we swang, it's a H-Town thang

Always let my nuts hang, in any situation

Playing Fight Night, on a Sony Playstation

Dope getting cooked up, shows getting booked up

Hit that Greenspoint Mall, when I need the hook up

Clothes on the rack, clothes on the hanger

Pistol on my lap, one in the chamber

Sipping Hypnotic, when I'm off in the club

Stay in VIP, so the hoes show me love

Might hit that M-Wall, might hit that Max's

May be thugged out, but the hoes be attracted

Looking for a actress, looking for a model

One to give me brain, while I mash on the throttle

Syrup by the bottle, popping pint seals

Got the X-O's, for the hoes popping pills

Signing big deals, my team in the majors

Put me on a track, and I bet you I'll fade ya

This one's for the hustlers, out pushing cocaine

Like Fat Pat, bitch I'm throwed in the game

Fresh taper fade, wear Versacci shades

My hoes holding plex, but I'm staying playa made

Watching Rap City, Tigger in the Basement

PJ the shit, and you hoes gotta face it

Bout to go nation, take it worldwide

From the North to the South, to the East to the Westside