Mr. Silky Slim - Silky Saturdays week 17 Lyrics

Yeah, I'd like to welcome y'all to Silky Saturdays, week number 17
Can you feel the vibe tonight
Vibe with me for a second
Silky motherf*ckin' Slim

The smoke cleared and I'm still here
Still here
Been getting better every year, this shit feel weird
Uh huh

Is the end near, guess that's my biggest fear
Woo
Has it come already
Is my vision clear

Uh huh
Is it time to hang it up
Am I really there
Uh huh

Time flew by
I just didn't care
No
It's P.G.O. forever

This shit is really rare
Yeah
I give it up never
This isn't everywhere

Hey
When are you too old to stop doing what you love to do
Uh huh
My pockets is straight, so who the f*ck is you

To try to tell me what I should do and shouldn't do
Uh huh
I'm trying to show you niggas what you couldn't do

Uh huh
Or maybe you could have
Yeah
Difference between us

Uh huh
You gave up
I just swang my nuts

I can still sell a bit
That's why I never gave f*cks
No
That hate is irrelevant

When you still getting that uh, uh, uh
Stop counting my pockets, P
Uh huh
I still play Blades like a game of Monopoly

Uh huh
I still call plays
Favorite is the quarterback sneak
Woo

I'm Mahomes in the fourth
What's a quarter to me
Yeah
They got it all locked, but I molded the keys

I gave niggas the game, and they sold it for cheap
Damn
A lot of P's rap it now, and they owe it to me

Yeah
Do your thang
Youngin, but never forfeit the fee
No

How you call yourself a trophy, and your mans never won a championship
How you call yourself the bottom, and you the only ho
Wait
Don't answer, bitch

Damn
How you call yourself a boss, and you ain't got no employees
Pardon my laughter pimp
I ain't saying you ain't real, but you got work to do

I'm working on a full house
Denny Tanner shit

Hey

Don't care for your confidence
I'm still full of my confidence
When it come to common sense, most niggas incompetent
Way past diploma

I earned a street doctorate
One of the games prominent
All I showed them was dominance
From the time I began

I was destined to win
I was put in on the line
Never held it within
Never did it for a trim

Niggas never pretend
Fell in love once
Told myself never again
If it ain't no hoes in there, I ain't pulling up on you

I got no business being there
Like the P in pneumonia
Keep the instrument loud
I know you can smell the aroma

PGO around here
And we do what we wanna
If you did your research, you would see ain't no competition
Listen close, I can promise

Ain't no cap in my composition
Come to vision with it
No attention to opposition
If she mine, she won't spend one dime

Without permission
How you call yourself the bottom and ya man. Ain't won shit
You ain't no bottom bitch you just at the bottom bitch
How you call yourself a boss but you gotta ask to spend that go doe
I ain't sayin you ain't real but you got work to do
It's PGO till we blow we the brand bitch

Man, who f*cking with us with this pimp hop though
You know man, I was heading to Dallas for this picnic bae
So it was only right I had to invite my nigga Ralo to pop it on this silky Saturdays
You know we like Voltron when we come together

PGO till the motherf*cking world blow
How you niggas want it
How you bitches want it
We'll stomp down pimp hop though

Bar shit out