| Saturday night in the crib chilling, watching the Knicks
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| Fourth quarter, up 25, Mel on his shit
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| Check an ad in my Instagram, scrolling through pics
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| Double D’s, double taps, shit it is what it is
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| Type starving got a hand full of menus, got to get me a bite
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| Something quick, something cheap cause my paper is tight
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| Thinking Domino’s, nah, something different tonight
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| Oh, what about the Chinese spot that I like?
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| Let me get a half chicken, fried rice on the side
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| Shrimp roll, mad duck sauce, and nothing with swine
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| «Deliver in 10 minutes», yeah he’ll be here on time
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| Forty-five minutes later, they was calling my phone
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| Answered it tight like «damn, son, what took you so long?»
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| Said «the driver at the door, bring enough for a tip»
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| «Too long, I ain’t tipping him shit» *click*
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| You know what I mean, see I wasn’t doing shit, I’m looking through the peephole
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| It’s not the normal dude
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| It’s like, shorty like curvy and all that, hold up
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| Crack the door, into my surprise, delivery chick was a dime
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| When I ordered breast and thighs, I was thinking with fries
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| Opened it wide, «come inside, let me get you this bread
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| That’s in the wallet in the room on my bed»
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| Walked to the counter, she put the bag of food on the edge
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| Walked to my room, looking back at it shaking my head
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| Thinking damn, wishing she was on the menu instead
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| Then the room door shut like «I heard what you said»
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| She was with it, I was with it, so off came the fitted
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| Like I was trying to deliver to you for a minute
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| I get it, now you’re gon' get it, she leaned back, jumped in the sack
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| Undid my zipper, laid me down on my back
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| By an hour into it, somebody calling her jack
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| Non-stop back to back like «you should get that»
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| Said «it's just Ping, my ex, the black belt, dude is obsessed
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| He probably followed me up to your address»
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| Yo what you mean, followed you to my address?
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| Like, like a black belt, like karate, like he nice with that shit?
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| Nah ma, you got to get the fuck out
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up
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| Kicked in the door, waiving the nunchucks
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| Bo staff and laughing, dude was type nuts
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| Tried to tell homie «I didn’t know your wife was a smut
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| No need to bust in my crib all wrecking my stuff»
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| Seen his lips move, but he never uttered a word
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| About 8 seconds later, this is all that I heard
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| «You Torae, you must pay
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| Kitty cat you slay, now under the ground where you must lay»
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| Got in a stance, two ninja stars in his hands
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| Threw them both in my direction, blocked them both with the plant
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| Kept coming, I start dumbing, never been a punk
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| But dude a karate master, hit him right in his nuts
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| Screamed «ahh!», leaned forward, an uppercut in his jaw
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| Foot swept him to the floor and threw him right out the door
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| Peeped shorty at my sight, she asked if I’m alright
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| I said «it's to be expected, it’s Saturday night»
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| «Up from the ground up son, you get the picture»
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| «Up from the ground up son»
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| «A veteran, I flow like I’m young, what» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satruday Night, artist - Torae. Album song Saturday Night, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп