Lyrics:
is different/
Not playing I'm being for real I gotta put that ring on it/
say less let's talks , let's talk less/
no more playing for me girl/
let's
hey you better let that rock go
Cause in real life Goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
[Chorus]
Bitches and hoes,
please for the DJ
Giving you a party like a summer sorta okay
Let's see those hands in the air
And wave them around like you just don't care come
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
Morant
So he got a Glock
Go tell them niggas they not my opps
I'll go buy they block
Nobody move, somebody move, somebody shot
I'm rockin' rude
That's silk
We doin' this shit solo
Dig it?
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist)
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
'Cause I'm that 5-0
No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out
I give you a blood bath, then I let the blood out
Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain
think it's time we give them something they can talk about, yeah
Let's do this tonight, yeah
Let's do this tonight
Ain't no telling how much longer we'll
come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
come through drinking lean
And I ain't gonna cough
I'mma let them boys know how far I can go
I'ma just wreck down on the fucking down low
Keep my shit
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
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
diamonds, man, but nah, it ain't Flip (hey)
Hey, bounce (bounce), okay, then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk, and I bet my motor clean (okay)
diamonds, man, but nah, it ain't Flip (hey)
Hey, bounce (bounce), okay, then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk, and I bet my motor clean (okay)
I'm the reverend (21)
Call him New Era, he cappin' (yeah)
Them the type of niggas I ain't dappin' (on God)
When I book a show, make my backend
now I'm all that and more
Puttin' the pressure on, catchin' rep from the dog
Pure secure, injectin' like the fuckin' doctors
Smoother than silk, more
Chriswiner make you rise up
Rise up, rise up
It's fik entertainment baby
Rise up
Let's go
Stand up
Let's talk
Papa them, mama them, children
kings of the weekend
Solid gold chain over silk V neck
First you get the money then you get the respect
I'll be with the North God living easy
That's who
Grab a hold to ya seats, my style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty, puncture holes in my teeth
Cavity creep, I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
(Shit, let's do it, where you at?)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep yo
don't even give a damn
For you I'm a better man
So tell them what they want to hear, baby
Let them talk about us
(They can hate if they wanna)
I don't
But I'm here to talk about the Albee Square Mall
A place where people shop in downtown Brooklyn
Where I can be found, if you're lookin' for me
Intro: iyeeii..(Terrrh) Let them talk... aii.. (Yeyo..Elaalee)
Adey live my life the way
Let's get this shit straight I don't fuck wit ya niggas
cll around the world we stack them figures
Smoke big ass yo shit too lil
Let's get this shit
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