Killa Kyleon

Killa Kyleon - La La lyrics

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[Chorus: Killa]

Kyleon be smokin that La La La

Slim T be smokin that La La La

Boss Hogg We be smokin that La La La

Rayface be smokin that La La La come on

Excuse me hoe, we in the dough

We bought to blow, off the floor

We thought you should know

Boss Hogg's in the house tonight

(Aye! Killa...)

[Killa Kyleon]

Kyleon got muscle like a G-T-O

I'm platinum you gold plates like CP3-O

Not only Slim, but cats in C-P-3 know

You rappin blind folded can't see mo' hoe

Rappin ass actors, just like X up in Exit Wounds

Fuck Makin A Band, I need a seat, right next to Loon

I'ma Texas tycoon like that cat toe down

You're just anotha hype man like that cat slow down

Plus Ima Boy N Blue and mah clicks the shit

Why you can't get no air-play like a Dixie Chick

Soft ass nigga, sweeta than a pixie stick

I pump three in ya ass, like Nick the Quick

Why I stick the chick? You just go lick the chick

And hit the block wit rocks then I hit the lick

I'm a Boss Hogg nigga I ain't switched the click

When I spit this hit? I'm finna dismiss ya click

(Its Kyleon!)

[Chorus: Slim T.]

Slim T be smokin that La La La

Killa Kyle be smokin that La La La

Rayface be smokin that La La La

Its the Boss bitch sing our lullaby

Come on, excuse me miss, but I'm the shit

You should come, home wit me

And possibly...Hold up

Skip all the music let's get high tonight!

[Slim Thug]

Mommy, I ain't into all that judgin shit

Its alright to give it up the first night quick

Cause just like, I like pussy you should like dick

And I ain't lookin for no love so gon' let me hit

I'm tryin to have a good time, tryin to find a new dime

And you the nicest one in ya crew so Im

Tryin to put you shot gun in mah Beamer

I know you wanna be seen on the scene wit a famous rap singer

And I don't know you don't smoke but gon'hit the dope

Puff puff bitch 'til the dope make you choke

We gon' have a good time, whats yours is mines

And whats, mines is mine so let me hit it from behind

Imagine that like R.Kelly havin me up in ya belly

Befo I'm done you'll be done so ain't shit you can tell me

Dont tell me: All you thought that I could do was rap

Dont tell me: You ain't expect the sex to be all that

Well suprise, yes I'm blessed when I'm up in the thighs

I go slow you hear moans I go fast you hear cries

Whicheva her, prefer, I keep boo satisfied

So gon' hop on Ill take you for a ride Lets Ride

[Chorus: Slim T]

Slim T be smokin that La La La

Killa Kyle be smokin that La La La

Rayface be smokin that La La La

Its the Boss bitch sing our lullaby

Come on, excuse me miss, but I'm the shit

You should come, home wit me

And basically...Hold up

Skip all the music let's get high tonight!

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