Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song These Saturdays , by - FudgeRelease date: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
These Saturdays |
| Now I’m flying, soaring |
| Now I’m out |
| These Saturdays, these Saturdays |
| I feel like Young Joc |
| No more magic ooh ooh ooh |
| These Saturdays, these Saturdays |
| Yeah |
| Now I said back the fuck off of me, I’m drunk |
| These Saturdays, these Saturdays |
| Think I’m Paul McCartney, Kanye |
| These Saturdays, these Saturdays |
| Saturday morning, watching my new shit |
| Being a nuisance, mama might lose it |
| She be complaining that I ain’t do dishes |
| But I got cereal waiting and I got to get it |
| Criss-cross how I’m sitting |
| This Xbox ain’t stopping, this (?) juice hitting |
| And now when its Saturday morning I got me a headache from sinning |
| Parlay with police, don’t want go to prison |
| They pulled us over 'cause they think we niggas |
| They look for guns, all we got is some slippers |
| Searching for (?) like the biggest contender |
| Ey |
| Ey |
| Now I’m back at it, craftmatic |
| Wasn’t running, asthmatic |
| Saturday my ass napping |
| All defense on, ask Madden |
| Little ass nigga had to grew up quick |
| MTV jams, I seen screwed up click |
| If I go out Imma do dumb shit |
| Somethings won’t change and I knew that shit |
| They try and kill us, candy and soda |
| They pull us over, filling that quota |
| Mama be worried, I don’t be sober |
| She never lying, but it ain’t over |