Mr. Silky Slim - HoeSay

In a age where ticking is the wave
And under qualified hoes want everything in they name
Somebody had to say it them muthafuckas lame
I'm silky slim the pimp I represent the game muthafucka
And I ain't worried bout the hoe say
And she don't want your ass no way
You a lame need to vacay
I mean this pimpin ain't for free man
This izm charge a fee man
Who the fuck you talking to bitch
You ain't got enough bread to get in arguments with
Hop on Facebook pop all of your shit
Lie to yourself but you can't lie to me bitch
Yea this feel like deja vu
She act like every punk bitch I knew
You act like every bum bitch I had
Talking big boss shit but just a big ol fag
If you a big boss bitch where that bag
I don't give a flying fuck about what you had
I don't give a flying fuck about where you been
You don't hold no weight you ain't been in the gym
I sent the bitch ot on a turnaround
I ain't gotta go with her just to set her down
Yea you couldn't get right so I left with your bitch
It's money over everything except on your wrist
Pimping ain't easy green bitches need me
You might not like me but I know you see me
Pockets on fuck you pinky ring freezy
I don't want it if it's that easy
And I ain't worried bout the hoe say
And she don't want your ass no way
You a lame need to vacay
I mean this pimpin ain't for free man
This izm charge a fee man
Who the fuck you talking to bitch
You ain't got enough bread to get in arguments with
Hop on Facebook pop all of your shit
Lie to yourself but you can't lie to me bitch
Yea niggas saying they ain't see me down
I'm a cross country pimp you just a local clown
I switch planes like niggas switch lanes on the highway
I'm that fly can you see me now
I came in the game with nothing
I got the bag but I ain't flip it and tumble it I fumbled
I had to learn from my mistakes
Now a days I stomp down it's like an earthquake muthufucka
I sent the bitch ot on a turnaround
I ain't gotta go with her just to set her down
Yea you couldn't get right so I left with your bitch
It's money over everything except on your wrist
Pimping ain't easy green bitches need me
You might not like me but I know you see me
Pockets on fuck you pinky ring freezy
I don't want it if it's that easy
And I ain't worried bout the hoe say
And she don't want your ass no way
You a lame need to vacay
I mean this pimpin ain't for free man
This izm charge a fee man
Who the fuck you talking to bitch
You ain't got enough bread to get in arguments with
Hop on Facebook pop all of your shit
Lie to yourself but you can't lie to me bitch
Uh huh game tighter than a stone cold chokehold
Bitch this shit sharper than wolverine claws
Conventional wisdom from a southpaw
Game will get you higher than cocaine on a airplane
Ima tell her to walk between the raindrops in a thunder storm
Put a lasso on a tornado and keep a polar icecap warm
Ain't it mayne

Written by:
Robert Bynum

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