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Killa Kyleon – Light It Sip It Lyrics ft ASAP Ferg x Maxo Kream

Killa Kyleon – Light It Sip It Lyrics ft ASAP Ferg x Maxo Kream

Killa Kyleon – Light It Sip It Lyrics (ft. ASAP Ferg x Maxo Kream)

Light It Sip It Lyrics by Killa Kyleon ft ASAP Ferg x Maxo Kream

[Hook/Chorus – Maxo Kream]
Sipping Pimp C, drinking Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and bang slow
Yellow bone freak, rolling up my dope
Leather suede seats, good Cali smoke
Big backwoods filled up with five grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it ASAP Yams
Money good, weed good, but my b—–s bad
Gripping grain, homie, I ain’t swanging in a slab

[Verse 1 – ASAP Ferg]
Sipping on that potion
Lifted off this potent
She puffing I think she need (?)
Smoking, West Coasting
Kream clique and they locing
H-Town, we zoning
Trill b—–s, they open
Cause killas still (?)
Rest in peace to Pimp C, I wish I could styrofoam him
Let him know he got the whole world pouring 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 rolling
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 hogging

[Hook/Chorus – Maxo Kream]
Sipping Pimp C, drinking Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and bang slow
Yellow bone freak, rolling up my dope
Leather suede seats, good Cali smoke
Big backwoods filled up with five grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it ASAP Yams
Money good, weed good, but my b—–s bad
Gripping grain, homie, I ain’t swanging in a slab

[Verse 2 – Killa Kyleon]
Cadillac full of that kush
I got Ferg with me pouring up drank
A red bone shotgun on my right
Fresh out of Ike (?)
Keep bags like a n—a Saint Nick
Uptown on my one, two, fifth
Cigarillo stay full of that piff
Get money ASAP but a n—a ain’t TIP
So tired of balling (?)
Cause I chase it daily, no bank
I’m wood holding, my top folding, stop trying to crawl but I can’t
H-Town that staff s–t
Acting like a n—a never had s–t
A hundred racks when I pass s–t
Your main ho, my last b—h
Arm in water, pull one out the cruiser
Double cup, sipping Freddy Krueger
Southside, I’m a Houston Cougar
Shaking these ankles when I maneuver
Tipping, like a b—h stripping, sitting on a glass (?) when I’m sipping
My top missing, when you see me dipping
Gun on my waist but a n—a ain’t tripping (baw)

[Hook/Chorus – Maxo Kream]
Sipping Pimp C, drinking Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and bang slow
Yellow bone freak, rolling up my dope
Leather suede seats, good Cali smoke
Big backwoods filled up with five grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it ASAP Yams
Money good, weed good, but my b—–s bad
Gripping grain, homie, I ain’t swanging in a slab

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