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hoesay - mr. silky slim lyrics

[intro]
in a age where ticking is the wave
and under qualified hoes want everything in they name
somebody had to say it them m*th*f*ckas lame
i’m silky slim the pimp i represent the game m*th*f*cka

[hook]
and i ain’t worried bout the hoe say
and she don’t want your ass no way
you a lame need to vacay
i mean this pimpin’ ain’t for free man
this izm charge a fee man
who the f*ck you talking to b*tch?
you ain’t got enough bread to get in arguments with
hop on facebook pop all of your sh*t
lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me b*tch

[verse 1]
yea this feel like deja vu
she act likе every punk b*tch i knew
you act likе every bum b*tch i had
talking big boss sh*t but just a big ol’ f*g
if you a big boss b*tch where that bag
i don’t give a flying f*ck about what you had
i don’t give a flying f*ck about where you been
you don’t hold no weight you ain’t been in the gym
i sent the b*tch o.t. on a turnaround
i ain’t gotta go with her just to set her down
yea you couldn’t get right so i left with your b*tch
it’s money over everything except on your wrist
pimping ain’t easy green b*tches need me
you might not like me but i know you see me
pockets on f*ck you, pinky ring freezy
i don’t want it if it’s that easy
[hook]
and i ain’t worried bout the hoe say
and she don’t want your ass no way
you a lame need to vacay
i mean this pimpin’ ain’t for free man
this izm charge a fee man
who the f*ck you talking to b*tch?
you ain’t got enough bread to get in arguments with
hop on facebook pop all of your sh*t
lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me b*tch

[verse 2]
yea, n*ggas saying they ain’t see me down
i’m a cross country pimp you just a local clown
i switch planes like n*ggas switch lanes on the highway
i’m that fly can you see me now
i came in the game with nothing
i got the bag but i ain’t flip it and tumble it i fumbled
i had to learn from my mistakes
now a days i stomp down it’s like an earthquake muthuf*cka
i sent the b*tch o.t. on a turnaround
i ain’t gotta go with her just to set her down
yea you couldn’t get right so i left with your b*tch
it’s money over everything except on your wrist
pimping ain’t easy green b*tches need me
you might not like me but i know you see me
pockets on f*ck you pinky ring freezy
i don’t want it if it’s that easy
[hook]
and i ain’t worried bout the hoe say
and she don’t want your ass no way
you a lame need to vacay
i mean this pimpin’ ain’t for free man
this izm charge a fee man
who the f*ck you talking to b*tch?
you ain’t got enough bread to get in arguments with
hop on facebook pop all of your sh*t
lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me b*tch

[outro]
uh huh game tighter than a stone cold chokehold
b*tch this sh*t sharper than wolverine claws
conventional wisdom from a southpaw
game will get you higher than cocaine on a airplane
ima tell her to walk between the raindrops in a thunder storm
put a lasso on a tornado and keep a polar icecap warm
ain’t it maaayne?

- mr silky slim lyrics

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