Mr. Silky Slim - Silky Saturdays week 15

You can probably hear it in my voice, I'm a little under the weather, but you know what
It's that motherfuckin' time again Silky Saturday, week 15
I ain't stoppin', nigga, the champ is here
Uh-huh, flyer than you ever been
Doing shit you never did, broke hoes irrelevant
PGO muthafucka
Yeah, you can check the score motherfucker
I just bought a condo off a hoe and a rubber
X folks Sesame, Gonzo, he a puppet
Why you jokes testin' me when I taught you the subject
Would you think less of me if I socked you in public
I know this pimp non violent, but you actin' like you want it
This ism is the highest, like a pilot on a gun jet
I'm silky slim, the definition of it how you want it
I'm in her brain now, you gotta let her loose
She may not stay down for me but she ain't going back to you man, that's the truth
Unless you show her something new
But if you knew what I knew then she wouldn't have left dude
That's when I call edge, you shouldn't have left school
I done granted scholarships when bitches sat on the rules
Grants scholarships, SATs for the rules
Let me dumb this shit down, I know you niggas confused
I'm just ridin' down the blade screamin' my name out the window
Recordin' every bitch that I run into
Goin' live on the track, so they know where I'm at
Cause I'm down every day, that's pimpin
Are you kiddin'? Your bitch embarrassed, nigga
Them laws all on your page, yeah, they aware, nigga
Your name's all in her bio, you ain't scared, is you
Damn, you motherfuckers wild shit, I'm scared for you
But get your money, P, just respect the game, though
No face, no case, used to be the angle
Now you makin' videos when she hand you the pesos
Promotin' it on IG, you gon' get what you paid for
Me, I'm tryin' to chill on the island where they can't go
Bitches flyin' in with a smile and a bankroll
Enough cash in the stash to buy what I want
But I'm still gon' get it with a bank loan
Come here, mami, I want you to hop on top me
Then watch me count what you brought me then
Give me the sloppy toppy, your wifey kissin' you softly
The other lickin your body, this pimpin' feel like a molly
This life wit pretty boy Bobby

Written by:
Robert Bynum

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