Lyrics:
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
I'm a young Norwegian princess or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock
Since I've been here for a little stay
I see Rozetta day by day
She turns my head makes me cough
I want to tear my collar off
And I, I just can't
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
Silk fleeces, Jesus pieces, here's my memoir, I need your thesis
After I've read chapter five in the S6, still side by side
Yes, I told her that her
let that bitch fish scale
For real
It feels like silk
This is that Sin City
Golden Navy
Players Club
Sue's Rendezvous
I mean this is like head
it bigger through that?
Or you measure by the decades, who's the jefe?
With the most mamis suckin' on the leche
Or you measure by the pioneers?
All
crafted flows wove in silk or linen
Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin'
Topper say top spinnin
Transcribe the document, prominent on all
the ladies who be rocking and into the road blocking
My playas who be clockin' and jockin' up in them silk stockings
Is it this, honey dip, with the curvin'
the spotlight
Where they can rap or mix
Or both if they like
So get on up, don't be shy
Listen to us rhyme as time goes by
Everybody stand back and brace yourself
and then I break 'em off?
Then I'm takin' off, y'all know me, Low key, stogie
Brim tilt, shirt silk, screw milk, got Water
Well, you oughta, you heard me?
sportin' silk, mink and
She had it sewn, flowin' on her own
She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map
Anything you want, don't wet that, you can
sportin' silk, mink and
She had it sewn, flowin' on her own
She's the type of girl to put her crew on the map
Anything you want, don't wet that, you can
January is the color of her skin
February are her lips so inviting
Silk hair as short as her fuse
She's been damaged, she's been misused
Her
Tar-heel boy sings a song
Bout a girl who ain't comin' home
By n by, by n by
She worked too long in the mill
She's gone to those rolling hills in
let you be my playmate.
Hi-C:
Uhh baby let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber & we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke & my ass got
it's been around since you've heard from us
Class of '91 now it's time for fun it's too much drama, go ask ya' mamas
While I'm in the silk pajamas
cliques
Around me I'm surrounded by the most devoted clique
We saw the smokers get rowdy for all the potentness
And still ain't know how sick it was in
Battling seas with seas the skies were stale
The light light rain of lightening veins
Brought in gray clouds with bright silk, then fade
Devistating
make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Just take your big ass to the bathroom
make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Just take your big ass to the bathroom
By his larceny, or petty theft
Spectators move, lips into motion
Pop shit, get hit, the sewer then becomes an ocean
Water runs, springs and I let
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
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