Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Saturday , by - JL. Song from the album Tech N9ne Presents DIBKIS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Saturday |
| Man, it gotta be like Saturday or some shit |
| Feel too good |
| B. Hood |
| Woke up feeling good had to thank God |
| Today gon' be a good day |
| Smile on my face that I can’t hide |
| Feelin' bad in a good way |
| Got a call from my nigga Tech N9ne |
| He said tell ‘em B. Hood Jay later |
| On the shindig is at the crib come by |
| Let’s get high |
| Let’s get drunk like the hood say |
| Butt naked bonin' makin' breakfast in the kitchen |
| Buckets like I’m balling |
| Bitches beautiful |
| What part of «on the menu» didn’t hear you wouldn’t listen |
| Work hard, play harder homie |
| Yes you should do what I’ma player on, pimp I’m playin' my position |
| Hit the bourbon and rip an irremovable nigga |
| I do not see any key in the ignition |
| Get the Caribou lou know when we do the usual |
| No bitches be thirsty |
| What is this Thursday? |
| Every day the blood run, busy doin' the dirty |
| Everything is glamorous, Ludacris and Fergie |
| Smokin' so much cannabis we forget, where were we? |
| Mama don’t worry, I’m in no hurry |
| Tell me I’m a king and every woman unworthy |
| But I swear to God they wouldn’t find a fuck if they searched me |
| Bitches couldn’t get my number like they hung up my jersey |
| Sprite, lemon and Hennessy |
| Hump like a Wednesday |
| Pull up to the show and have ‘em all in a frenzy |
| Motherfuckers acting like they know like Mackenzie |
| But I cannot find your face in any place in my memory |
| What you want me to say man? |
| What was your name again? |
| Gave me your information, I forgot to savor that |
| Campaignin' I’ve been kissing babies and shakin' hands |
| High on a low my nigga I did not take the stands |
| But wait a minute |
| I don’t know what day it is |
| Every day I wake up, feel like a Sunday |
| Don’t even tell me no |
| I go get that money like Monday |
| As soon as she told me |
| I got that chain like a Friday |
| But why did we score like the Wednesday |
| Never even left out the driveway |
| Must be a Saturday |
| My bitch got me j’s like it’s Saturday |
| Must be a Saturday |
| My nigga get ripped every Saturday |
| Must be a Saturday |
| They phone off the rip like it’s Saturday |
| Yeah must be a Saturday |
| We drinkin' by ten on a Saturday |
| Ledo, a hangover ‘cause it’s a Sunday |
| I post a pic, country view smash down the one-way |
| I wish all my people would chill with the gunplay |
| Our maker, the reaper, you will meet him one day |
| Monday is here so I check my agenda |
| Hit up doctor Marvis for a fender bender |
| This girl she all on me, cancel that dinner |
| It’s chilly, that’s how I see I trap in September |
| I act to vash paper |
| I keep all my dues paid |
| Tacos with sour cream, gotta be Tuesday |
| Mind it, oh mama, see that is a usual |
| My colour-coat popped up I have to drop you ways |
| Looked at my Facebook, they say that it’s hump-day |
| All in my DM say she want to hump me |
| I’m at my loft, she has two, I woke up there |
| I told her «It's cool, but don’t snapchat in front of me |
| Every day I rap Kansas City up |
| Thursday, one third, this is strict give me crispy cuts |
| When I’m in a little-ittle-bitty rut |
| Hit me on the phone, say your prayer’s gonna lift me up |
| Giddy-up cause it’s Friday |
| Saucy like walked out of Jimmy Dee’s |
| O2 on my way |
| Ain’t talkin' bout jogging when my goons say 5K's |
| Mobbin' like C-Bo |
| Skyways on highways |
| I stay where people camp out for them Jordans |
| I got a plug, go see Rick in the morning |
| We building a bridge see the network is forming |
| This Saturdays poppin' and yes I’m performing |
| The doorman give all of us VIP |
| I use my face card so don’t need to see ID |
| Masterin' shit talking, that’s my degree |
| I be tell the DJ play some 2Pac or B.I.G |
| See I be ready to get loose on a Saturday |
| Nigga that’s my cheat day |
| Drankin' like a relay |
| Take a look at me, I never been no saint as in Latter-day |
| Drunk on the freeway |
| Don’t matter to me, hey |
| It’s Saturday |
| I don’t know what day it is |
| Every day I wake up, feel like a Sunday |
| Don’t even tell me no |
| I go get that money like Monday |
| As soon as she told me |
| I got that chain like a Friday |
| But why did we score like the Wednesday |
| Never even left out the driveway |
| Must be a Saturday |
| My bitch got me j’s like it’s Saturday |
| Must be a Saturday |
| My nigga get ripped every Saturday |
| Must be a Saturday |
| They phone off the rip like it’s Saturday |
| Yeah must be a Saturday |
| We drinkin' by ten on a Saturday |