Songtexte One Saturday Night - Big Tymers , Turk

Hot in the ass, ya heard me
It's the story about the Saturday night
It's the story how my shit go down
You tell yo shit, I'ma tell my shit
Check it out
See, the scratch
Hit me
One Saturday night, I was looking for some ass
I called Shawn, he asked her could she pass
Come on over
By the house so we could get it going
Don't act like that bitch 'cause I know you hoeing
Could you bring your friend, the one that wolf like?
And could we do the choo choo train tonight?
Check it out
Please get me a big ol' bag of weed
Some drink, some rubbers and anything that you need
I'm so hot, I want you to take this dick
Wear some shit that you can take off quick
Please hurry up 'cause I'm so lonely
Dick rocked up, baby need some horny
Check it out
One more thing I just have to ask
Could you put the dick in yo mouth and blast?
That's when my alarm clock went off
A fucking wet dream and I nutted in my drawers
Itch
Saturday night
Uh-uh, uh-uh, that's my shit
All the chicks know that I rap about my dick on Saturday night
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I go by the name Lil Turk
I know you niggas know me, me
Nigga play, I'ma put in work and leave his ass six feet, feet
I'm original Hot Boy
Yes, I'm down with CMB, B
Nothing could come between me and my niggas
Please believe me, me
It's a Saturday night and me and my niggas about to click up, up
Corner pocket going down so we passing
Around in the real big, big trucks, trucks
So you know that we love to stunt but you got to respect us, us
You could play if you want and I bet
Your dog ass don't get fucked up, up
I need a hot girl for whatever to come home with me, me
After the club over, everybody going
Home, we gon' make that creep, creep
I'ma fuck her all night, leave that pussy
Real sore, but she don't want no more, more
Soon as I get finished, know what I'ma do?
Throw that ass out the door, door
Yes, I play that game raw 'cause I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I don't care, care
I'm a dog ass nigga 'til the day that I die
You could believe that there, there
That's my Saturday night
Uh-uh, uh-uh, one Saturday night
That's my Saturday night
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
That's my Saturday night
I guess we're not alike
Now get ready for your Saturday night
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, one Saturday night
It was one Saturday, we was on the block
The law was so hot we had to close up shop
Sarge and Flat Top, they was riding all night
Trying to catch them motherfuckers out there serving that white
You better respect them people if you know like I know
Unless you trying to go do you a long, long shows
That's why I'm about to hit the club and go fuck with them hoes
I don't care if a nigga want ten million 4s
I'm closed till tomorrow, I'm not serving a gram
I won't be the one that Sarge and Flat Top slam
Rhythm City off the chain, packets to fuck
My nigga Kiefer got a freak bitch he wanna toss up
So we about to jet on out and go hop in our whips
Got our straps on our hips in case a
Bitch nigga trip one Saturday night
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, you could fuck or you could fight
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, on Saturday night
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm gon' be naked
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh...
I can't think of some shit, y'all wait a second
To see...
Oh
On Saturday night
Your bitch cooked breakfast
On Saturday night
You wouldn't know 'cause you don't be there and shit
But if you gonna be there, you need to call and let me know
So I can get the fuck up outta there on Saturday night
You know what I'm saying?
What you mean?
I love that bitch
You like that bitch and I love that bitch
Her head is like bad on Saturday night, you see what I'm saying?
Saturday night head is like the best head in the world
On Saturday night
Night, oh, Saturday night