paroles de chanson Good Good - Baraka

It's like that Saturday

Yea yep, that Saturday
Yea yep, that Saturday
Yea yep, that Saturday

That that Saturday night On the way to the party
With the models and bottles, I'm feeling Wobbly
Maybe this bitch put something in my drink
But I'm too lit to fucking think

Na, Na,Na

This money wasn't nice but when you spend it on the right person it makes you feel alright

Driving through the city all night
Driving through the city all night
Driving through the city all night
All night
All night
All night

I was with this shorty last weekend
Walk into her little room
I walk into her little room

Just to say hey, hey, hey
She swallow up my A A A B C D E F G
A I got to say it wasn't better than that Saturday

Yea yep, that Saturday
Yea yep, that Saturday
Yea yep, that Saturday
Yea yep, that Saturday Night

On the way to the party
With the models and bottles, I'm feeling Wobbly
Maybe this bitch put something in my drink
But I'm too lit to fucking think

Na,Na,Na
Na,Na,Na
Na,Na,Na (What) (What) (What)
Na,Na,Na (What) (What) (What)

This money wasn't nice but when you spend it on the right person it makes you feel alright
Yeah yeah that feel alright

Yea yep that Saturday Night
Yea yep that Saturday Night (Uh-huh)
Yea yep that Saturday Night (Wait) (Wait)
That that Saturday night

Driving through the city all night
Driving through the city all night
Driving through the city all night
All night
All night
All night

Rollin' Rollin'
All the way from wow
Rollin' Rollin'

That that Saturday night
On the way to the party with the models the bottles I feel like wobbly
Maybe this bitch put something in my drink
But I'm too lit to fucking think

Na,Na,Na
Na,Na

Driving through the city all night
That Saturday Night
That bad bitch white
I'm fucking all night
I might make only fans

Cause I'm feeling Right
Cause I'm feeling
Right, Right
Right, Right