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Boss Hogg Outlawz - "Presidential Flow"
Lyrics to Presidential Flow : [talking:] Geah Slim Thugger, Killa Kyleon, C. Ward PJ, Daily, we the Boyz N Blue [Slim Thug:] Yeah we stacking that green, naw I mean Big Boss, and that Outlaw team Pulling up clean, blue with the screens Niggaz aint seen, another crew this mean Take it back to the North, back with the Boss Been wrecking decks, since back at the House Haters disrespect, getting smacked in the mouth Niggaz play hard, but they acting they soft How we ride, with the steel Fuck with us, and you gon get killed From the land of the trill, yeah we represent the Tex Dont bar plex, come playing get checked Get your hoe ass wrecked, trying to bring it to the Boss Ill get your ass done, it dont matter what it cost We floss that blue, do it for the crew Old school Caddy, or the new slabs too Paul Wall what it do, Who Mike Jones Boys mad at us, cause we getting our shine on Put it in they face, put em in they place Gotta let em know, who the leaders of the race Boss Hogg Outlawz, stacking that change Jackers be aware, we packing that thang Run your ass up, and Ima rat-a-tat mayn I aint playing no games, Ima aim for the brain [PJ:] Its PJ, the Rap Hustler Going off, on these player hating suckers Im from the Nawf, side of town Boys bout it over here, we on the grind I came up, it feel good Aint a damn thang changed, Im still hood Boss Hogg, Outlawz Fake niggaz, put your back against the wall Doing shows, pimping hoes Pulling out, on a glass set of 4s What we ride, that blue What we bang, that Screw Big piece, full of ice Boyz N Blue, nothing nice I go off, I go hard Its whatever, I dont bar [Sir Daily:] Here come Daily, in that wide frame thang Sliding down the block, with a fine dime mayn Times aint changed, so these chickens still clocking dollas But I tell em what Im bout, hit the twat and holla Im a Boss Hogg nigga, we all of that One hitter quitter nigga, who dont call em back And when they see me, they be like Daily you wrong for that Cause he dont speak, he just say move along get back Thats my team, on the scene On glass, with the screens looking mean On dro, with the lean Boss Hogg Outlawz, the number one team [Chris Ward:] Im C-Wiggy, my flow be jiggy These niggaz mad at me, just because they girls dig me I got so many clothes, I dress fresher than most hoes So many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the blues So many furs, some his and some hers I do what I does, cause I does what I do I pop tags like trunks, on slabs Peel back tops, like unhealed scabs Throwing up the deuce, and giving real niggaz daps If haters run up, then them punks can catch jabs (C. Ward you so ghetto), my nigga thats the truth (and whys that hole in your car), my nigga thats the roof (and why my ears keep bleeding), my nigga thats them speakers (why you got mirrors on your tires), my nigga thats them sneakers (and why your car look like a serpent), my nigga thats the paint (and whys it foggy inside), my nigga thats that stank You see these major labels, want me worse than the FEDs Cause my flows feed niggaz, like jail house spreads These hoes call me Simon, cause they do what I says Plus I got my money long, like Jamaican dreads Im Chris Wizzard, I go so hizzard Stay away from phonies fakers, haters and frizzauds Rappers mad at me, cause my flow is like a retard But really I think, its cause I done cut up they brizzoads [Kyleon:] Im MVP, Kyleon the one Its Outlaw season, Kyleon Lebron Badge on my neck, just shining like the sun Put the heat to the sheet, and cook a beat till its done I get paid when I rap, this not a freestyle bro I got a paid style, not a freestyle flow Ten thee for the show, fifteen for the flow And another fifteen, if you wanna sco blow I got bills got drank, and a connect on the dro Thats why the diamond chain, look like a neck full of snow In a wide body Lac, and Im next to your hoe With her head in my lap, and she pecking me slow Got the pop trunk glowing, and the bumper kit huh Ice pack on my wrist, like a nigga shits sprung Bout to call lost and found, cause my top missing I done made it disappear, just like a magician Killa [ Presidential Flow Lyrics ]
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