Hop on the beat, I'm spittin' crack
And your bitch know I'm the goat
Hit her phone like, where she at?
She gon' pull up, give me throat
But back to the money, I can never ever love a ho
I can show you how to pack a bow
Send it off, go get some more
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
Told my niggas to turn me up
I might f*ck around, hit the blunt
I might f*ck around, hit the cup
Told my sister, pour me up
I feel like Yannis Bought my bucks
Niggas ain't took shit from us
We on the line, we ready to rush
I call the play, y'all just say hut
Bitch see my chain, turn to a groupie Hoe been at over, let me grab the booty
Hoe got a ass, I call her Judy just give me five, she gon' drop the coochie
Goin' wild, I feel like Snootie
We got sticks like it's Call of Duty
Switches the spank'em, nigga cool it
Put a belt in the ass, I feel like Pootie
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
King Zo - Saturday Night Lyrics
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Hop on the beat, I'm spittin' crack
And your bitch know I'm the goat
Hit her phone like, where she at?
She gon' pull up, give me throat
But back to the money, I can never ever love a ho
I can show you how to pack a bow
Send it off, go get some more
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
Told my niggas to turn me up
I might f*ck around, hit the blunt
I might f*ck around, hit the cup
Told my sister, pour me up
I feel like Yannis Bought my bucks
Niggas ain't took shit from us
We on the line, we ready to rush
I call the play, y'all just say hut
Bitch see my chain, turn to a groupie Hoe been at over, let me grab the booty
Hoe got a ass, I call her Judy just give me five, she gon' drop the coochie
Goin' wild, I feel like Snootie
We got sticks like it's Call of Duty
Switches the spank'em, nigga cool it
Put a belt in the ass, I feel like Pootie
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
And your bitch know I'm the goat
Hit her phone like, where she at?
She gon' pull up, give me throat
But back to the money, I can never ever love a ho
I can show you how to pack a bow
Send it off, go get some more
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
Told my niggas to turn me up
I might f*ck around, hit the blunt
I might f*ck around, hit the cup
Told my sister, pour me up
I feel like Yannis Bought my bucks
Niggas ain't took shit from us
We on the line, we ready to rush
I call the play, y'all just say hut
Bitch see my chain, turn to a groupie Hoe been at over, let me grab the booty
Hoe got a ass, I call her Judy just give me five, she gon' drop the coochie
Goin' wild, I feel like Snootie
We got sticks like it's Call of Duty
Switches the spank'em, nigga cool it
Put a belt in the ass, I feel like Pootie
Saturday night, sippin' on drank I hope it don't f*ck up my liver
Hit my old hoe for some pussy Joke on her, she think I miss her
Hit her twice, then get her gone She get dismissed like Dismissal
In my city, I'm like Obama Nigga play, I'll send a missile
I got that ratchet hoe
F*ck her, then I pass the hoe
I can't do no back and forth
Lil' bro, he gon' crash, you know
You can fight this box, you know
We turn niggas, John Doe
We slam shit like Shaq for sure
If 12 behind, Not pullin' over
Drive so fast, might blow the motor
Writer: Devin Jackson
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