Killa Kyleon - On Fire lyrics

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[talking] Run it, Houston Texas You now rocking, with the Killa Kyleon Hit spitter nigga, hey [Hook] We Boss Hogging, up in here That's what we do, we Boss Hogging We Boss Hogging, up in here That's what we do, we Boss Hogging We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker We Boss Hogg in this motherfucker (what you say) We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker We Boss Hogg, in this motherfucker [Kyleon] I got money, but Killa don't spoil her And after I cut her mayn, Killa don't call her Now that's the true, definition of a baller Knock a chick down, and don't give a chick a quarter I'm a candy blue, 22 inch crawler 7-45, I retired my Impala I'm a hustler, all about a dolla And if it ain't about money, I ain't gon holla Plus I'm a pimp, I'ma pop my colla Po' up the white cup, then take a swalla The best rappers, will respect that nigga And if the beat jamming, I'ma wreck that nigga I'm the greatest, get it through your melon nigga I'm the best yet, I been telling niggaz A hot boy, I've been selling nigga Cause this man's on fire, I'm Denzel'ing niggaz [Hook] [Kyleon] I'm not a reverend, but I preach to these niggaz I'm one of the hottest rappers, in the streets to these niggaz I comfortably speak heat, to these niggaz All you other cats whack, I been peeping these niggaz Not a DJ, but K slay niggaz Killa with the flow, I DK niggaz The best rapper, since that BK nigga 2Pac, Biggie and that Freeway nigga My name's Killa, I'll lyrically murder ya You're not a rapper, if I ain't heard of ya You not getting good dope, if I ain't serving ya You're not getting whipped G, what are you nervous for I spit facts, on the track boy I'm even known in St. Louis, and I ain't a track boy Ask around, I'm the hottest nigga rapping With just another gat, that's on the track yapping