Lyrics to Silky (No Homo)
[Verse 1:]
They call me broke goose, up on me
I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
So girl... Yeah you boo, let me introduce you
To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to
Hit Aruba, put it on youtube
Let your ex-man see your new dude
And new purse, and new shoes
Tell em I win, haha you lose
Dice game I fill up the bank
Yo ex-man can't fill up your tank
Damn that's mad triffe, talking bout the gas price
All I do is look and say damn that's a sad life
He bake beans just add rice
No soft drinks, just mad ice
Now you waiting in the cold for the bus
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus:]
No delaying, ma stop playing
I'm not playing but I'm saying
What you saying are you staying
Yeah I'm staying if you paying
Huh what you say
[Verse 2:]
Ya'll know me, bomb hoe's, condo's
Crystal, Calico, Dom Mo
Oh yeah, few John Doe's
I'm on point like Rondo
Get it here hurry up like pronto
No no, no need convo
And the raptors, Toronto
Play with me you'll get your lawn mowed
In dawn mode, that's code red
No cars girl, got to moped
Shout out to all my dope heads
They made me rich, yeah more bread
Now go head, for your head gone
Fucked one girl, my bread long
Got damn girl, your legs long
She went down, she head strong
Dude unlock them cuffs, so ma can roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo Gina, that's Clara
Yo clara, that's Sarah
Yo sarah, that's Tara
Call her, Ms. Mascara
But she give a mean blowjob
Go downtown, no prob
Getting beano's, did the whole mob
I don't work, no job
Redford, I go rob
Crème corn, no cob
Bo ho, Bo ho, go sob
That's your sob, oh god
Rascal buckwheat
Get braces, buckteeth
Zoom out, now your in the dust
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
They call me broke goose, up on me
I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
So girl... Yeah you boo, let me introduce you
To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to
Hit Aruba, put it on youtube
Let your ex-man see your new dude
And new purse, and new shoes
Tell em I win, haha you lose
Dice game I fill up the bank
Yo ex-man can't fill up your tank
Damn that's mad triffe, talking bout the gas price
All I do is look and say damn that's a sad life
He bake beans just add rice
No soft drinks, just mad ice
Now you waiting in the cold for the bus
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus:]
No delaying, ma stop playing
I'm not playing but I'm saying
What you saying are you staying
Yeah I'm staying if you paying
Huh what you say
[Verse 2:]
Ya'll know me, bomb hoe's, condo's
Crystal, Calico, Dom Mo
Oh yeah, few John Doe's
I'm on point like Rondo
Get it here hurry up like pronto
No no, no need convo
And the raptors, Toronto
Play with me you'll get your lawn mowed
In dawn mode, that's code red
No cars girl, got to moped
Shout out to all my dope heads
They made me rich, yeah more bread
Now go head, for your head gone
Fucked one girl, my bread long
Got damn girl, your legs long
She went down, she head strong
Dude unlock them cuffs, so ma can roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Yo Gina, that's Clara
Yo clara, that's Sarah
Yo sarah, that's Tara
Call her, Ms. Mascara
But she give a mean blowjob
Go downtown, no prob
Getting beano's, did the whole mob
I don't work, no job
Redford, I go rob
Crème corn, no cob
Bo ho, Bo ho, go sob
That's your sob, oh god
Rascal buckwheat
Get braces, buckteeth
Zoom out, now your in the dust
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
Songwriters: FLOYD, KING / MEYERS, DWIGHT N / WILLIAMS, JESSE MANUEL N
Publisher: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Publisher: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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