Mr. Silky Slim - Silky Saturdays week 3

It's about that time again baby, Silky Saturdays, what week is this, three
I'm just getting warmed up, shits Like exercise for me baby, you Know them first couple weeks
You back in the gym
I'm actin' real light skinned right now
I'll tell that new bitch to pipe Down, if she ain't down about
My fuckin' crown
She got a nigga at her house, Watchin' her kids, thinkin' she Comin' home, but she at my crib Bustin' it down
She got my T-shirt on aint took Her panties off, sittin' on my lap, I just told the bitch to knock it off
I got the AC on 70, she still hot, Pimpin' in the heat, now she Tellin' me I'm Chris Bosh
Pimpin' in the feet, you ain't chillin' in knee socks, pimpin' in Defeat, ha ha ha ha ha
Pistol in my seat
Yeah, I'm talkin' raw dawg,
No safety on,
I'ma let it off dawg
If the bitch leave,
I bet it all fall,
I got a joog for you, don't act dushy on the phone call
You trippin' on pussy, that's the Wrong call, fuck I look like a Rookie,
I'm a vet, I'm the boss dawg
From L.A. to Vegas, Miami to Nassau, I been keepin' it pimpin', Lil nigga, now that's all
Space X ism, I'm tellin' women to Blast off,
Safe sex with him, he slippin', Now hit the cash vault
Keep your shoes in your hand When you dash off, leave the Door cracked when you leave, Put the latch on
Don't go straight to your car, Bitch, find a Uber or a taxi,
When you hit your destination, Hit my line and get at
I admire your dedication,
You graduated from flatbacking, It's a celebration, baby,
And that's how you tax em
Whether carpet or Blade, my game gon' market the same,
This here a mark of the game
We both got Benzes,
But we don't park it the same,
We both poppin' pimpin',
But we don't talk it the same
I'm givin' up the game
And you givin' nothin' but lame, Your bitch lookin' at you like, Daddy, when does it rain
She stay thirsty, my friend,
That was Silky Saturday, week number three
Shoutout, matter of fact, rest in Peace to the juice,
O.J. Simpson
P.G.O. Muse, P.G.O. the brand
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And grab your bitch
And let her know not to play with your pimpin

Written by:
Robert Bynum

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