Silk Shit Songtext
von Premo Rice
Silk Shit Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hit the parkin′ lot, pimp game)
Yeah, yeah, get your hands up
(Hit the parkin' lot, pimp game)
(Hit the parkin′ lot, pimp game)
My gator walk slight limp (limp), steppin' out slick
Prolly fuck her mouth quick (hey), then get out, bitch
I'ma bust a slight move (move), hit a slight groove (slight groove)
Type smooth, fuckin′ with the right dude (go)
Talk that talk (hey), chickens get bought (don′t play around)
Get chalked (huh), bitches in bulk (hey)
Get it wholesale (wholesale), hotels (hotels)
Top shelf (hey), pockets on swell (uh)
I'ma pimp clean (pimp clean), get seen (uh)
Snap-n-roll steeze (roll steeze), ho please (please)
Bitch, I′m Big Mack (big Mack), don't get slapped (uh)
Keep ′em intact (intact), that's big facts (what you say?)
Shoutout all my mommies gettin′ food stamps (straight finesse)
And your bank account got a few bands (straight finesse)
Bouncin' to the ounce in a new trance
Stuntin' for the summer with your new man
Maybe I need to take trip, mane (trip, mane, huh)
Out to California (′Fornia)
Hey, we smokin′ on the finest piff, mane (piff, mane)
Huh, you know you wanna join us (join us)
Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane (again, mane)
I′ll prolly hit my lil' slim thing (my slim thing)
Hey, I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane (Slim, mane, huh)
It′s all about that pimp game (pimp game)
Hey, now what you say?
Look, now Rice
I know you be on your smooth shit most of the time, man
And that's cool, bro
But you need to let these hoes know what the fuck you talk about, man
You need to turn this motherfucker up a lil bit, man
Let these niggas know what the fuck you sayin′ for real, man
Well, this bitch, that hoe (hoe), make her Tootsie Roll (roll)
Gettin' to the guap (uh huh), I'ma set up shop
Versace loafers (uh), on your sofa (hmm-hmm)
Pourin′ Perrier (for what?), for the soldiers
Night shiftin′ graveyard (graveyards), movin' eight broads (eight broads)
OG Mackin′ shit (alright), pull your player card
Troops get the damn loot (get the loot), let me get 'em, shoot (do, do!)
Talkin′ out of place (bitch), you gon' get the boot
Bitch, do a somersault (do a somersault)
Acrobatic pimp makin′ pussy walk (nigga, what?)
Droppin' hella gems, can you fuckin' hear? (Can you hear, bitch?)
Shinin′ on the blade, player of the year
Maybe I need to take trip, mane
Huh, out to California
Hey, we smokin′ on the finest piff, mane
Huh, you know you wanna join us
Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane
I′ll prolly hit my lil' slim thing
I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane
Huh, it′s all about that pimp game
Hey, now what you say?
Now, that's what the fuck I′m talkin' 'bout right there
That′s what the fuck I needed right there
That′s what these hoes needed in this motherfucker, man
Aye man, keep sending shots to the goddamn DJ booth
You know what I'm sayin′? It's the motherfucking Château
It′s a night at the goddamn Château
It's your boy DJ Mo Green in this motherfucker
You know what I′m sayin'?
I'ma keep spinnin′, we gon′ keep winnin'
These haters gon′ keep grinnin', you dig?
(Hit the parkin′ lot, pimp game)
Yeah, yeah, get your hands up
(Hit the parkin' lot, pimp game)
(Hit the parkin′ lot, pimp game)
My gator walk slight limp (limp), steppin' out slick
Prolly fuck her mouth quick (hey), then get out, bitch
I'ma bust a slight move (move), hit a slight groove (slight groove)
Type smooth, fuckin′ with the right dude (go)
Talk that talk (hey), chickens get bought (don′t play around)
Get chalked (huh), bitches in bulk (hey)
Get it wholesale (wholesale), hotels (hotels)
Top shelf (hey), pockets on swell (uh)
I'ma pimp clean (pimp clean), get seen (uh)
Snap-n-roll steeze (roll steeze), ho please (please)
Bitch, I′m Big Mack (big Mack), don't get slapped (uh)
Keep ′em intact (intact), that's big facts (what you say?)
Shoutout all my mommies gettin′ food stamps (straight finesse)
And your bank account got a few bands (straight finesse)
Bouncin' to the ounce in a new trance
Stuntin' for the summer with your new man
Maybe I need to take trip, mane (trip, mane, huh)
Out to California (′Fornia)
Hey, we smokin′ on the finest piff, mane (piff, mane)
Huh, you know you wanna join us (join us)
Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane (again, mane)
I′ll prolly hit my lil' slim thing (my slim thing)
Hey, I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane (Slim, mane, huh)
It′s all about that pimp game (pimp game)
Hey, now what you say?
Look, now Rice
I know you be on your smooth shit most of the time, man
And that's cool, bro
But you need to let these hoes know what the fuck you talk about, man
You need to turn this motherfucker up a lil bit, man
Let these niggas know what the fuck you sayin′ for real, man
Well, this bitch, that hoe (hoe), make her Tootsie Roll (roll)
Gettin' to the guap (uh huh), I'ma set up shop
Versace loafers (uh), on your sofa (hmm-hmm)
Pourin′ Perrier (for what?), for the soldiers
Night shiftin′ graveyard (graveyards), movin' eight broads (eight broads)
OG Mackin′ shit (alright), pull your player card
Troops get the damn loot (get the loot), let me get 'em, shoot (do, do!)
Talkin′ out of place (bitch), you gon' get the boot
Bitch, do a somersault (do a somersault)
Acrobatic pimp makin′ pussy walk (nigga, what?)
Droppin' hella gems, can you fuckin' hear? (Can you hear, bitch?)
Shinin′ on the blade, player of the year
Maybe I need to take trip, mane
Huh, out to California
Hey, we smokin′ on the finest piff, mane
Huh, you know you wanna join us
Hey, I think I'll end up on here again, mane
I′ll prolly hit my lil' slim thing
I move a ho like Fillmore Slim, mane
Huh, it′s all about that pimp game
Hey, now what you say?
Now, that's what the fuck I′m talkin' 'bout right there
That′s what the fuck I needed right there
That′s what these hoes needed in this motherfucker, man
Aye man, keep sending shots to the goddamn DJ booth
You know what I'm sayin′? It's the motherfucking Château
It′s a night at the goddamn Château
It's your boy DJ Mo Green in this motherfucker
You know what I′m sayin'?
I'ma keep spinnin′, we gon′ keep winnin'
These haters gon′ keep grinnin', you dig?
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