Lyrics:
what?
It's Friday again
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again... (what)
I thought the hands
what?
It's Friday again
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again... (what)
I thought the hands
what?
It's Friday again
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again... (what)
I thought the hands
what?
It's Friday again
Then Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again
It's Saturday, Sunday, what?
It's Friday again... (what)
I thought the hands
a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out
a drive-in Saturday
Jung the foreman prayed at work (dom do ah)
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
It's hard enough to keep formation with this fall out
Mr couple of women I get it Poppin
So Japan so they call me Mr Kamikaze
I guess I'm jus a pimpin ass nigga
You a sap that's a simping ass nigga
Brown
lil' piggy ran home
Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' ass ass
you've got me in it. What about her?
Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay
Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha
Mr
Thursday (okay), Friday, Saturday, love
It's Saturday, pulled that thing out the garage
Hold it down, do your thing, you're in charge
Nothing's free,
come bicho, tiene una estricta dieta, brr (jaja), ¿ah?
It's Saturday night (ayy)
My nigga gotta fight, ey (gotta fight)
I'ma be ring-side sitting
blow a bag on Saturday 'cause on Sunday I know it's comin'
I know it's comin', yeah, I know it's comin'
You can tell from by the way I slayed them
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
Boosie Home And Act A Donkey Wit Em
Show Me That Thong And It's On
Give Me That Head And Get Bread
I Like Em Black Caramel And Red Look
And Mr Officer Mr
let's do it with purpose
Monday
Sip a lil Don On a Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
& even Thursday & Friday & Saturday
We smoked on Sunday
I met
and I play it well
And I weigh it well on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care (Young!)
Hey, Mr
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
Saturday Night
V1:Girl I see you’re not yourself today,
I see you’re eyes pushing everyone away,
Talking helps I know he’s hurt you,
He’s that type
worries, cause we've got no (misogynistic censorship)
Babe, come on it's Saturday you know that you can't come through
The boys and i are smashin' like
that sex appeal
Deep in the mood it's surreal
Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
Mr Mr Fantasy, Mr Mr Fantasy
And then I tune into the TV
All I see
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you
Hey Mr
know, its saturday.
don't you know its allright
The heavy weight candidate,
moved to one side.
be a Mama gotta hunger,
just lay down and die.
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
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