Lyrics:
attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car
never shaking
Girls coming through in little bit
Drinks in my cup in a little bit
We spark up the spliff in a little bit
All over again in a little bit
tie her hands and feet, my boys
Overboard we'll throw her
She'll never see that seaport town
Called Canadee-I-O
Now, when the captain he heard the news
my wisdom
Gal it's big Z
What ya mean
Di boy ah clean
South west to north east
They wan me
But if you wan me, don't force it upon me
I prefer
my wisdom
Gyal it's big Z
Wah ya mean
Di boy ah clean
South west to north east
Deh wan me
But if you wan me, don't force it pon me
I prefer the mystery
Why don't you stop talking shit, you little boy
I don't remember your mama taught that, little boy
Think you on top of the world, can't see the void
either keep it in the streets or call crime stoppers
He indicated it was beef so i had to do a lil pop up
And fuck the police it aint my fault like silk
COVID
Rip to all them ones
Got hit on the gram
Rip to all them ones
That killing and know it
Rip to all them ones
Got killed by their friends
Rip to my
ready to make him mad.
I'm glad I had to wait awhile,
A little bit too juvenile.
I needed to refine my style, a silk suit
And a crocodile smile.
off to follow you into the Ohio
Never did my armor feel so thin
Silk was all I had between me and your skin
Like Waterloo, I lost that too
he went to slap her face
My homeboy PLB cold sprayed the boy with mace
'Cause I never liked a punk who beat up on his girl
If ya don't have game, then
tree
Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
The night the kid left Amsterdam
There was Mad Jack raving
And little tiny long haired Hugh
All the hustling boys
Are just admiring the view
I swear I was
from my iPhone
I'ma take it one-two way back
Like a silk wife beater and a wave cap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved, fool, as I blew by
When you were shooting free throws
I watched my pops flipping raw
Getting shot through peep holes
When he answered the door
Prolly by a couple Mijo's
so I hear you
Very clear this pretty ass white boy
He doesn't deserve to be here
How did he get to this place?
This pretty ass white boy in a silk
sometime, just to see
Who's around compared to who's at home
A little bit of ruby, I'll never roll
Jealousy can only lead to pain
If you want my heart
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
leg room
Couldn't get enough (couldn't get enough)
Now we're all up in my bedroom
Little mami, Dominican (hot as hell)
I took her
I get you touched by my little homie
I said I'm Band God and you little homie
Free Sheano wit that Mac boy I did this for him
Cause ima Band Boy
and dried
Primped and polished till you glow with pride
Trust my recipe for instant bride
You'll bring honor to us all
Wait and see, when we're through
Boys
This is what you give me to work with?
Well, honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse
We'll have you
Washed
My boo thang, baby boy
My sunshine, pride and joy
You lift me high off the ground
Go on with yo bad self
Lover boy
My kingpin, I don't need more
You
Standing in line, marking time
Waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by
As he catches
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