- 2 Chainz Saturday Night 歌詞
- 2 Chainz
- Y'all niggas lame for that
Y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back
Should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back
Young nigga banging back
Then we gon' fade to black
Then we gon' fade to black yeah
I left the crib walking
Drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition
So who you gon' blame for that
Tried to get off the Act
Still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back
Sit my ass right in the back yeah
Tell my driver
When he open my door to take off his hat
Double saran everything
So that you know it's a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some of y'all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me
Fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes
I'ma give ya ass some to see
My car don't have car keys
My crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine
You need to get up of my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation
Real nigga demonstration real niggas
No crystal or hilfigers
A bunch of ignorant lil' niggas
A bunch of red young tenders
Dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess'
Scratch my hand my palms itching
Hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen
Marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave
Touchscreen stove lil bitch
Please don't make me relapse
Make me start back trappin'
Everybody in the city
Saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite
Tell her let's go have a bite yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night
Like it's Saturday night, yeah
I sat in the trap no one cooked at night
I treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified
Have you ever seen a homicide
Have you ever seen ya partna die
Have you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation
I had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Enough of the negative actions
I got my paycheck off passion
I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion
Don't think it's a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit
You never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip
Was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch
Pull out a stick when you put up your fist
I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit
Funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix
I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money
Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money
I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that
Fuck with these rappers like bitch
You just fucked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me
Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me
Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite
Tell her let's go have a bite yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night
Like it's Saturday night, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today
I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite
Tell her let's go have a bite yeah
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