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Silk Sheets (Outro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Ace & Hunter B
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Hunter Brown, Robert Acevedo




Rob Ace & Hunter B - Silk Sheets (Outro) Lyrics




(Lighting blunt)
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
(Yea, yea)
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
(Yea, yea)
(Just don't get ash on-)
Yea
I said
I said
I said

Rolling up shorty to my side named Ashley
"Can I hit the blunt?"
What she turned over and asked me
Shorty wanted romance
She hoein if you ask me
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my

Said body Nubian
She switching out her fits
She picking what she wanna do me in
She blowing up my phone
I told her I'll be working 2-10
This life shit get iller
When you start to see the moving plans
Some shit you wouldn't understand
I had to learn that hand to hand
Was good for picking up grams
Niggas had to learn had to learn the signs
Before the youth could advance
They'd rather see you fall to the snakes
Never support
They been fake
I've been talking to my demons
Only some could relate
We going from them free lunches
To them premium steaks
From 9-5 slavery
To f*ck minimum wage
I was born to be great
Had a chip up on my shoulder
Man this crown here to stay
Yea, huh

Rolling up shorty to my side named Ashley
"Can I hit the blunt?"
What she turned over and asked me
Shorty wanted romance
She hoein if you ask me
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my

Look
I got a car I can't drive
I just smoke in it
Room full of Millionaires
I'm the one that's broke in it
They made it harder for the kid
To just hope in it
Even broke
A nigga had to make the most in it
Hopping trains, school days
See if cops saw
Going in and out the block like if all of my opps saw
I ain't go to school a lot,
Momma had me dropped off
Shots pop off
Like pop corn and hot sauce
Came from piss poor
That means we piss rich
That means middle class with no white privilege
Whites call me nigger and my niggas call me white boi
F*cking all these white girls
Beefing with them white boys
And them blue guys?
Telling me that I'm too high
"Smelling like a pound, where's the stash? Don't you lie"
I'm like "Nigga I ain't selling, I just been inhaling"
Beat me up crazy, now they saying get your bail in
See I'm 15
Momma know I'm thuggin' so
If I'm saying something
Cops saying that I mislead...
In a cell 3 days
Flushing out E&J's
If I die any day, nigga who gon miss me?
Grew up mad as f*ck with a Chip on my shoulder
I ain't had support with This Bitch on my shoulder
Telling me I'm chosen that "I should support her"
She ain't talk once about bringing us closer...

Mhmm
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English

(Lighting blunt)
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
(Yea, yea)
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
(Yea, yea)
(Just don't get ash on-)
Yea
I said
I said
I said

Rolling up shorty to my side named Ashley
"Can I hit the blunt?"
What she turned over and asked me
Shorty wanted romance
She hoein if you ask me
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my

Said body Nubian
She switching out her fits
She picking what she wanna do me in
She blowing up my phone
I told her I'll be working 2-10
This life shit get iller
When you start to see the moving plans
Some shit you wouldn't understand
I had to learn that hand to hand
Was good for picking up grams
Niggas had to learn had to learn the signs
Before the youth could advance
They'd rather see you fall to the snakes
Never support
They been fake
I've been talking to my demons
Only some could relate
We going from them free lunches
To them premium steaks
From 9-5 slavery
To f*ck minimum wage
I was born to be great
Had a chip up on my shoulder
Man this crown here to stay
Yea, huh

Rolling up shorty to my side named Ashley
"Can I hit the blunt?"
What she turned over and asked me
Shorty wanted romance
She hoein if you ask me
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my silk sheets
Yea yea
Just don't get ash on my

Look
I got a car I can't drive
I just smoke in it
Room full of Millionaires
I'm the one that's broke in it
They made it harder for the kid
To just hope in it
Even broke
A nigga had to make the most in it
Hopping trains, school days
See if cops saw
Going in and out the block like if all of my opps saw
I ain't go to school a lot,
Momma had me dropped off
Shots pop off
Like pop corn and hot sauce
Came from piss poor
That means we piss rich
That means middle class with no white privilege
Whites call me nigger and my niggas call me white boi
F*cking all these white girls
Beefing with them white boys
And them blue guys?
Telling me that I'm too high
"Smelling like a pound, where's the stash? Don't you lie"
I'm like "Nigga I ain't selling, I just been inhaling"
Beat me up crazy, now they saying get your bail in
See I'm 15
Momma know I'm thuggin' so
If I'm saying something
Cops saying that I mislead...
In a cell 3 days
Flushing out E&J's
If I die any day, nigga who gon miss me?
Grew up mad as f*ck with a Chip on my shoulder
I ain't had support with This Bitch on my shoulder
Telling me I'm chosen that "I should support her"
She ain't talk once about bringing us closer...

Mhmm
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Writer: Hunter Brown, Robert Acevedo
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