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light it sip it - killa kyleon lyrics

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[chorus: maxo kream]
sippin’ pimp c, drinkin’ big moe
never tipsy, sw-ng and bang slow
yellow bone freak, rollin’ up my dope
leather suede seats, good cali smoke
big backwoods filled up with five grams
half a pint in a sprite, call it a$ap yams
money good, weed good, but my b-tches bad
grippin’ grain, homie, i ain’t sw-ngin’ in a slab

[verse 1: a$ap ferg]
sippin’ on that potion
lifted off this potent
she puffin’ i think she need coachin’
smokin’, west coastin’
kream clique and they locin’
h-town, we zonin’
trill b-tches, they open
cause k!llas still kyleon-in’
rest in peace to pimp c, i wish i could styrofoam him
let him know he got the whole world pourin’ and pouring
take your wife i fill your loss in cause you lost one of the [?]
i’m gon’ keep your legend alive
that’s deep purple in my soul and
candy paint i still be rollin’
ready to faint cause i’m still on one
from last night, we took that whole one
about a pint, now watch the snow come
roll one, bet that fill your whole lung with this uncontrolling, choking, blowing, that i got from cali coast and straight boss hoggin’

[chorus: maxo kream]
sippin’ pimp c, drinkin’ big moe
never tipsy, sw-ng and bang slow
yellow bone freak, rollin’ up my dope
leather suede seats, good cali smoke
big backwoods filled up with five grams
half a pint in a sprite, call it a$ap yams
money good, weed good, but my b-tches bad
grippin’ grain, homie, i ain’t sw-ngin’ in a slab

[verse 2: k!lla kyleon]
cadillac full of that kush
i got ferg with me pourin’ up drank
a red bone shotgun on my right
fresh out of ike [?]
keep bags like a n-gga saint nick
uptown on my one, two, fifth
cigarillo stay full of that piff
get money asap but a n-gga ain’t tip
so tired of ballin’ [?]
cause i chase it daily, no bank
i’m wood holdin’, my top foldin’, stop tryin’ to crawl but i can’t
h-town that staff sh-t
actin’ like a n-gga never had sh-t
a hundred racks when i p-ss sh-t
your main ho, my last b-tch
arm in water, pull one out the cruiser
double cup, sippin’ freddy krueger
southside, i’m a houston cougar
shakin’ these ankles when i maneuver
tippin’, like a b-tch strippin’, sittin’ on a gl-ss [?] when i’m sippin’
my top missin’, when you see me dippin’
gun on my waist but a n-gga ain’t trippin’ (baw)

[chorus: maxo kream]
sippin’ pimp c, drinkin’ big moe
never tipsy, sw-ng and bang slow
yellow bone freak, rollin’ up my dope
leather suede seats, good cali smoke
big backwoods filled up with five grams
half a pint in a sprite, call it a$ap yams
money good, weed good, but my b-tches bad
grippin’ grain, homie, i ain’t sw-ngin’ in a slab

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