Lyrics:
We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen top
Billin' pure linen-linen
We just chillin', milk 'em, top billin'
Silk and pure linen
fuckin Birdman
What about Silk the Shocker?
My name is Silk and ill shock you
Ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker
outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
Niggas really gassed now I'm taking aim
Niggas really gassed now I'm taking aim
Silk Man by myself that's a fucking gang
Silk Man by myself that's
What rubs against your skin and is pulled taut by circumstance or chance
What loses altitude and finds itself wrapped tight around your hands
What
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?
Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
in (ooh yeah)
All the worries, I let them go
Smooth like silk, I'm on fire (fire)
Dancing like no one's watching, taking it higher (higher)
Feeling
Yeah Nigga
Uh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh What
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Huh
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Silk Man
Bitch uh
All
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
a Nostradamus
Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin
like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album
be the back of milkbox
See I'm
Huh, she soft she silk
She soft she silk
Soft she silk
She soft she silk
Turn it op, okay
Shawty she a savage but she soft she silk
Baddy ain't no
and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
and make it
Silk on my body
Cash out the lobby
Touchdown i'm outy
Touchdown i'm gone
Watchu be on
Talking you go on
Need to go on by your own
Silk on my body
XL’s second album.
Produced by
Oli XL & Instupendo
Release Date
July 8, 2021
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[Intro: Oli XL]
Funhouse mirror
Distort my heart
Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself
Quay Quay the Bae,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
You're smooth like SILK
All over my skin
Why do I keep on crawling
Towards you once again
Girl you're my baddest sin
I can't stop myself
I poured up
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