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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck 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 fucks

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 fucking 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 motherfucking world blow

How you niggas want it

How you bitches want it

We'll stomp down pimp hop though

Bar shit out