Lyrics:
yeah)
You paid for that ride out the driveway (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you see a Saturday (yeah, yeah)
Lookin' like we never seen a bad day
When you
Diana)
Annie, are you ok? Annie, are you ok?
Are you ok Annie? You've been hit by
You've been hit by a Smooth Criminal
I took my baby
To a Saturday bang
Saturday I could hand you your Saturday, I can send you a Saturday, I can be true to Saturday, I can walk out the side I can fly up towards those
mine today, they stay the sun will come out tomorrow
The Greece believe it was being dragged across the sky by Apollo
This ain't showtime or the old
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started
And the, the pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action
by 1 AM no games
Third floor and the door's 22
Cuzzy's 'round the back in the dinger ready to zoom
Tdot knocked the door and Paige don't have a clue
(yeah)
Too many hoes, I got thirty under thirty (damn)
Ballin' all night, yeah, your boy got range
Dropped out of college but your boy love brains
Hot
my sense
The feeling is intense
I'm really high, I am far away
What is gone gone girl is passed away
Je ka rira ni Saturday
Dakun joor matan mi oh
I'm
girl, like it's gonna be a good fall
You'd a thought that post game kiss would've made me wanna make you mine
But you had me by halftime
They sent
Ha man these boys out here spreading all that mustard talking down y'all need to be Playing a game of ketchup
Ha man I seen this nigga in the Gucci
Gods)
The way that we lifting up our whole damn mob by letting it fall (lift up the mob)
Cuz being a savior ain't complex (you know it's not)
It's just
my kisses bring it all back
She's my favorite rose-a chubby boy's midnight snack
By my side, forever on my back
I've immortalized her with a tat
My
fall like the bridge over London
When it kick you like Van Damme
Diss me out a East and me buck you over Boston
Head a buss like gas pan
Bullet with
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
anymore
Talk about it scream and slam the front door
Take out your keys and drive away
Maybe I'll see you saturday
I saw you runnin' from home, who ever
for Saturday night
Turn my back on the sun and put the sack out of sight
Take the long dusty road into town
My feet kept the rhythm as I walked the hot
khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped
Out streetwalking on a Saturday night
Looking for the man
Staying out of sight
Trying to find something
To ease my mind
Traffic lights a-blinkin'
grand if you won all ten rounds
So, you could come out of the middle of the pack
Move to the top and win a world championship
This is not another rodeo
right?)
(That's Arizona for you, it's all desert)
You ain't got shit on me
Got the stripes on ya boy
You ain't feel this tee, yeah
You ain't got shit on me
Monday, can't get out of bed
Tuesday morning, pick up meds
Wednesday, retail therapy
"Cash or credit?" I say, "Yes"
Thursday, had a walk of shame
6am on a Saturday, means cricket on the flats
Under 10’s gear up in whites, searching for their hats
Mark out the boundaries, set the stumps in
the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
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