Mr. Silky Slim - Silky Saturdays week 1 Lyrics

I know y'all wanted me to bring The Sundays back, but this feel Brand new,
I feel brand new
Im actin' brand new on you bitches.
I'm back better than ever.
I weathered the weather.
I tethered the game.
PGO held it together
What better representer of the 16th letter
The alpha and omega.
I Got it now and forever.
Shit, im proud of myself.
Who you know can do it better? Who better under pressure?
Who you know can sever ties with The church and still get a belt? Silky slim, I'm that clever.
I play to win
Yeah, I sin yet I'm still that nigga. It's all kosher, this a black bar mitzvah.
All you niggas
Pimpin', huh, till I snatch your hittas.
You was just bangin' my music, Now it's rants on Twitter
Instagram uploads dissin', damn, You bitter.
I know, I know, you gon' kill me When you see me

Cause you roll with tools as big as A Mitsubishi.
Make sure you don't miss. I get tricky with the semi
And I'm ready to crash out.
Have my niggas screaming free Me.
The money counter still running
My hoes are still in pocket.
But now thanks to this rap, I'm Now gettin' direct deposits
It's hard to leave the game when I'm still netting a profit.
I'm feelin' like LeBron

Scoring triple doubles and all that. The peelin' is the pawn,
I will sacrifice it to call check
Then send my queen at ya king,
I ain't even left the mall yet.
I ain't worried about a thing
I don't need the bitch at all.
But when she wanna come back, I'ma make her hit your pockets
This professional ism, it's the big Leagues.
I do it for sport.
You niggas just Wrigley's

That's bubblegum.
You lucked up on a hoe.
She left, now you one and done
You the type of nigga get plucked For your honey bun.
Yeah, this the flow to stop the Game
It made pimps think they could Rap, and all the rappers do the Same
Why you think I don't do features? All this rap, niggas, is lame

And these P's that want me on they song ain't never got no Change
Yeah, nigga. Hit me with the bag. Ain't nothing for free, you Understand me
Silky Saturday is week number One. Expect me next week
Expect me like you expect Jesus, Nigga. Expect me like you expect That trap on the dress

You understand me?
Oh, you niggas ain't taking it off The dresser
Y'all still breaking on the bitch After every date, huh
P.G.O. music. P.G.O. the brand. P.G.O. film. Oh, yeah, we got a Situation
Man, shout out my nigga, as usual. 48 Bone. Rallo the pimp. Yards. Black card art

My nigga profit. Oh, yeah, we Been wiggling, baby
We've been wiggling, baby. Bud Beats
You know you brought a nigga back. I swear before God
I wasn't gonna do this again till You sent me this beat. I said I gotta Do it

Y'all can hit Bud and thank him For bringing my freestyles out of Retirement
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