| Man, it gotta be like Saturday or some shit
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| Feel too good
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| B. Hood
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| Woke up feeling good had to thank God
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| Today gon' be a good day
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| Smile on my face that I can’t hide
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| Feelin' bad in a good way
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| Got a call from my nigga Tech N9ne
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| He said tell ‘em B. Hood Jay later
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| On the shindig is at the crib come by
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| Let’s get high
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| Let’s get drunk like the hood say
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| Butt naked bonin' makin' breakfast in the kitchen
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| Buckets like I’m balling
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| Bitches beautiful
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| What part of «on the menu» didn’t hear you wouldn’t listen
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| Work hard, play harder homie
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| Yes you should do what I’ma player on, pimp I’m playin' my position
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| Hit the bourbon and rip an irremovable nigga
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| I do not see any key in the ignition
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| Get the Caribou lou know when we do the usual
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| No bitches be thirsty
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| What is this Thursday?
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| Every day the blood run, busy doin' the dirty
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| Everything is glamorous, Ludacris and Fergie
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| Smokin' so much cannabis we forget, where were we?
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| Mama don’t worry, I’m in no hurry
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| Tell me I’m a king and every woman unworthy
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| But I swear to God they wouldn’t find a fuck if they searched me
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| Bitches couldn’t get my number like they hung up my jersey
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| Sprite, lemon and Hennessy
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| Hump like a Wednesday
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| Pull up to the show and have ‘em all in a frenzy
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| Motherfuckers acting like they know like Mackenzie
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| But I cannot find your face in any place in my memory
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| What you want me to say man?
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| What was your name again?
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| Gave me your information, I forgot to savor that
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| Campaignin' I’ve been kissing babies and shakin' hands
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| High on a low my nigga I did not take the stands
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| But wait a minute
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| I don’t know what day it is
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| Every day I wake up, feel like a Sunday
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| Don’t even tell me no
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| I go get that money like Monday
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| As soon as she told me
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| I got that chain like a Friday
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| But why did we score like the Wednesday
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| Never even left out the driveway
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| Must be a Saturday
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| My bitch got me j’s like it’s Saturday
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| Must be a Saturday
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| My nigga get ripped every Saturday
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| Must be a Saturday
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| They phone off the rip like it’s Saturday
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| Yeah must be a Saturday
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| We drinkin' by ten on a Saturday
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| Ledo, a hangover ‘cause it’s a Sunday
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| I post a pic, country view smash down the one-way
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| I wish all my people would chill with the gunplay
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| Our maker, the reaper, you will meet him one day
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| Monday is here so I check my agenda
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| Hit up doctor Marvis for a fender bender
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| This girl she all on me, cancel that dinner
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| It’s chilly, that’s how I see I trap in September
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| I act to vash paper
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| I keep all my dues paid
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| Tacos with sour cream, gotta be Tuesday
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| Mind it, oh mama, see that is a usual
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| My colour-coat popped up I have to drop you ways
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| Looked at my Facebook, they say that it’s hump-day
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| All in my DM say she want to hump me
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| I’m at my loft, she has two, I woke up there
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| I told her «It's cool, but don’t snapchat in front of me
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| Every day I rap Kansas City up
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| Thursday, one third, this is strict give me crispy cuts
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| When I’m in a little-ittle-bitty rut
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| Hit me on the phone, say your prayer’s gonna lift me up
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| Giddy-up cause it’s Friday
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| Saucy like walked out of Jimmy Dee’s
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| O2 on my way
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| Ain’t talkin' bout jogging when my goons say 5K's
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| Mobbin' like C-Bo
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| Skyways on highways
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| I stay where people camp out for them Jordans
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| I got a plug, go see Rick in the morning
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| We building a bridge see the network is forming
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| This Saturdays poppin' and yes I’m performing
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| The doorman give all of us VIP
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| I use my face card so don’t need to see ID
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| Masterin' shit talking, that’s my degree
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| I be tell the DJ play some 2Pac or B.I.G
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| See I be ready to get loose on a Saturday
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| Nigga that’s my cheat day
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| Drankin' like a relay
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| Take a look at me, I never been no saint as in Latter-day
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| Drunk on the freeway
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| Don’t matter to me, hey
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| It’s Saturday
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| I don’t know what day it is
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| Every day I wake up, feel like a Sunday
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| Don’t even tell me no
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| I go get that money like Monday
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| As soon as she told me
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| I got that chain like a Friday
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| But why did we score like the Wednesday
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| Never even left out the driveway
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| Must be a Saturday
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| My bitch got me j’s like it’s Saturday
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| Must be a Saturday
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| My nigga get ripped every Saturday
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| Must be a Saturday
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| They phone off the rip like it’s Saturday
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| Yeah must be a Saturday
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| We drinkin' by ten on a Saturday |