La La La Flow

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!