Boss Hogg Outlawz - Freestyle (Track 14) lyrics

rate me

[PJ:]

PJ game over, got my mind on a Rover

I'm a Boss Hogg soldier, getting colder and colder

No syrup in my soda, man I gotta stay sober

It's my time to blow up, act bad and show up

Slim Thugger the Boss, Rayface the Don

I'm a 7-90 repper, trying to stack up my funds

We the Boyz N Blue, who the fuck are you

Pussy cake fake niggaz, can't compete with my crew

When we hit the parking lot, everything looking good

From the candy to the chrome, from the leather to the wood

Northside my hood, nigga I ain't plexing

Got homies on the Southside, collecting and wrecking

We be strutting and cutting, 84's and buttons

Running with some made niggaz, I ain't wanting for nothing

I done paid my dues, I refuse to lose

I'm a dark slim nigga, taper fade tattoos

Microphones I abuse, go spread the news

Young wild motherfucker, bitch I do what I choose

Steady climbing the ladder, squashing all the chatter

Boy that broad that you with, I done already had her

And it really don't matter, if she black or she red

If she hop in my whip, she gon give me some head

From H-Town to New Orleans, got hoes galore

Bang so many dime pieces, man my dick head's sore

Time to stack up my ends, keep setting my trends

In that Maybach Benz, with two Fillipene twins

Desert eagle in my lap, I ain't taking no loss

Run up on my whip, and get your head blowed off

I'm a gangsta, young thug nigga

And yo I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla

Let me tell you this, better stay in line hoe

Fuck with PJ, I put a tag on your toe

Down for the robbing, nigga straight mobbing

Spit the type of shit, that keep your fucking head bobbing

Live a G life, feeling real nice

If I do it once, then I can do it twice

Cold like ice, I'm rolling with the best

Bay with the zets, what's with the cres'

PJ bitch, I represent for the cause

Game on lock, Boss Hogg Outlawz 7-90 click nigga