Lyrics:
(One, two)
Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well, I hope you won't see me
for silk and lace
I bet he knew He'd bring me to my knees
When he gave her.
Those eyes, those eyes
Make me do most anything they want me to do
When I
Half a pie for my team leader ?
I just ? silk,
This that mud drink, my ?
Pull the ?
Niggers ? get their life, just to live my life.
Bitches
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
loomed
Shashiko dressed in silks and dreamed of heroes
She was carried in a hammock draped and veiled
Her father was a cruel and brutal warlord who
These things are dear to me
They seem to bring you near to me
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside dance
your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now
TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wear fly Bally boots
Rough leather fashion and tough silk suits
Now she stop fronting
black silk clothes
My skin crawled as he said
"Please come on in"
His house was filled
With every occultic symbol you could fathom
Hanging
out how
Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dipped in the water
Making
it
Then what you waitin' for?
Clicquot by the caseload
Ice buckets where they place those
Blowin' pesos, I don't chase hoes
If she's down she'll say
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
colour i think
Your bath is run by Mrs Rear
soap no bubbles i think
Annette comes in to make your bed
silk sheets no satin sheets i think
i think i'm
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
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
the raw silk sheen
That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.
So punch my name.
And in case you wonder -
I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall)
If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talking
Hated on by the workers but I'm cool wit all the bosses
Catch me flossing at the mall (Mall)
else is it dawg?)
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
you work
Looks like the table's turned
Did you wanna tap out
My theory's been confirmed
I can tell by the sound
You wanna take a break
'Cause I took
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that
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