Silky Saturdays week 7 Lyrics

Silky Saturday, week number 7

I just wanna talk to you for a minute, baby

I miss you

I'm not too ashamed to say I miss you

What happened to all the niggas that was supposed to end me

I'm still here in the chair that you niggas envy

I guess you wasn't prepared for what comes next, P

Once my energy's gone, you disappear in the streets Remember we was cool

I'm still in disbelief

I wanted to see you win, instead you wanted beef

Instead you let your jealousy trick you into believing

That I was in your way, the ego can be deceiving

How you feel about yourself is not what people perceiving

You wanna see me fail, I just wanna see you healing

Ahab never caught the whale

Dommer never had a feeling Difference between me and you is you ain't never seen a million But I know, it ain't about the money

You just hate because the way people love me

You ain't wanna be equals

I guess you need to be above me And if that can't happen, you wanna take something from me But where that got you

On that milk box carton

Listening to this, in that bullshit apartment

My pimpin' is the shit, and yours could be awesome

You should focus on that bitch instead of my bullshit problems Let's talk about your kids, them motherfuckers retarded

If you ain't wanna take care of them, you should've wore a condom

Imagine if the Sheridan was on Long Beach and Alondra

And instead of her period, that bitch brough you commas

I bet you wanna call me now

But you can't

You made a move, tryna ball me out

I know it's X's and O's when you crossed me out

Clipboard over your mouth when you calle the route

I'm the illest nigga living, I forgive you

I'm not too ashamed to tell you I mis you

But not for your friendship, that shit was dead weight

All my enemies is dead, man, I miss the niggas hating

I feed off that shit, man, I need the motivation

Please make another diss song, I been waiting

I thought you was nuts, I guess this the castration

Where you at, lil' bitch

I been losing my patience

I wonder who you hatin' on nowadays

Who you hate more than me

I just bought a brand new Benz

I know that make you mad, come back please

I still got the crib in Miami

I still got a joint in Las Vegas

Yeah, I be fishing in the wintertime

I know you niggas hate this

I don't know how you explain this When your hoe follow me on IG

That nigga Silky Slim just a rapper

I swear to God, that nigga nothing like me

Yeah, do that sound like you

If you get offended, it's bout you This mortgage is lending, can you get approved

Before you get cute, I'ma need them W-2's

I miss you, baby, come back to me

I don't want you hatin' on nobody else I'm so jealous

Who you been hatin' on, huh

I mean, who really been gettin' under your skin, huh

I need you back, I don't got nothin' else

I don't got nothin' left, all I need is you bitch

You bitch-ass nigga

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