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Dear Silas
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This the shit that make you wanna pull up on your granny in the summertime
Watch him wheel the porch until the news come on, I step outside
After five, shorty next door, happen to hit my line
Ever since I was 15, wanted to hide behind
Saw the player partner from the South who got the mouth of gold
Black and bold, when he come stepping through better tuck your toes
Duck below, you feel that funk coming up off the floor
Now you know, cooler your flow, now, ah, here it goes
Niggas like the gumption, I guarantee they assumption
The gyat going be pumping acting like Michael wanna be starting something
Plug in Super Mario 3, how about you start this
Guarantee I'm not the little nigga you want to fuck with
Or buck with, fuck it, I'm happy, I'll tell you I'm buckwheat
Don't care about you sleeping no more, let me go tuck sheets
Then tuck eyes, won't be too tired before you realize
That I'm 22 steps ahead of you in these fillies
They tryna see what's up 'cause they know I put it down
You better watch your step, 'cause I do not fuck around
(You gotta) pitch up, pitch it up
Get ya high, get ya, get ya high, get ya high, get ya, get ya high, get ya high
Getcha, getcha, yeah
You know I got to pull up like a pair of britches
And I got no belt, 'cause niggas slept
Was acting funny as a Michael Epps
You too inept, so much that your daddy whipped
I can't be hangin' 'round those who ain't trife, you niggas slept
'Cause Dis Silas got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlos
I'm so colossal, influential, they want to follow
I get it from my mama and my daddy and my sister and my granny
And tell your baby mama to keep her panty in her panty line
Already got a dandelion, damn it, I got to hand it down to me
'Cause baby, please, nobody 'bout to track it down
Everly, I'm not backin' down unless I'm in the polls
Crack a nigga like yo, doin' the most
How you like me now?
I told him I'd give him another chance just to take a glance
At me on stage doin' my dance with my pants up
Hands, I'm not givin' a fuck, makin' a couple of bucks
Shut up, I done tell you when you done had enough
They tryin' to see what's up, 'cause they know I put it down
You better watch your step, 'cause I do not fuck around
Get your, get your high, get your high, get your, get your high
Get your high, get your, get your high
Getcha hot, getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha, wow
I'm a hot girl
Chase, chase
Come on
Come on
What? Uh
Come on
What? Uh
Yeah, yeah
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen
This is Dear Silas and the Big Back Bobbers
And we have brought you the stankiness of the stanky
The funkiest of the funky yeah
And it ain't nothing you can do about it
I love you so much
Yeah