Lyrics:
Clothes never bummy
Satin to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny
Look around: we the largest in the game
All them other boys targets and
I'm flawless with
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard
lanes, double R my bitch, yeah
Wait, they really hate the fact you made it
Keep a roll on 'em, stay focused don't let them take it
Put her in silk
Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
Sometimes it'll get you by
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
Let the poets write of love
It sounds good
tonight I got me a hot, come on
Now let me talk to ya, girl
For your um, for your information, baby
I'm that winner, you need to go and ask somebody
Paula came from Washington with long golden hair
Twenty eight dollars in a fake silk purse and a leather skirt to wear
Shane came from Dublin town
Yeah
Ayy what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)
Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah)
Just don't talk to me (Just don't
Let them talk
Let them talk
Let them talk
Shut the fuck up
Let them talk
Let them talk
Let them talk
Now shut the fuck up
Let them talk
Let them
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 410
You should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field but I done ran through 'em
Tell me no more
How they live doesn't affect me
Can't control no one but me
So if you can let them work it out
So if you can let them work it out
on a swivel cuz ya swag so cold
You body's perfect like it's crafted by the Gods
I try to keep it classy but you make it so hard
These niggas in my ear them
conquered
At every turn there were victories
And the men came and the men went
And some of them might have stayed
But their dreams weren't silk or linen
Let's give them permission
To start the Order they want
By our own admission
They're doing what we ought to, but don't
She makes us look callous
Living
imma talk my shit
(Again and again) imma talk my shit
(Let the games begin)
Imma talk my shit cause I made
Every stripe that it takes
To be able
In this rat race chasing chicken tryna duck the pigs
Had to learn that love they claim is real it's really counterfeit
Gordo Garnett got that big
Look at ya Look at ya
Come On Somebody
I said what you wanna do tonight
Its Feese hold up
What is your name
Where you going
Let me talk to ya
What is
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
As the couples go parading by on a sunday stroll
All they talk about what makes loves `tisn´t like it´s told
Cause they don´t match up like salt
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip
Out of my mouth
But if I do, it's
a break from the love
Man, your girl so bad, let me get her
Your girl so bad, let me get her
I make my own luck, I make that pussy talk
On call
know they need me, know they see me
Can't give up (I know they see me)
I feel like silk
Smooth, sexy, handsome, classy
Don't let them phase me when
that's all I know
A bunch of thug niggas put them appetite
Then you know we gonna feel it babe
'Cause that's all I know
So the top it's my destiny
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