Lyrics:
(feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz)
[Danny Boy]
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah
[Liffy Stokes]
I woke up early Saturday morning
need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (you don't need him)
You know me makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothas
for the kill
3x
Hook:
Day and night
Shit been going crazy
All i know
Is
I miss you baby
This life style
Been amazing
Yeah
Bitch
I dont care bout
money in their hand
So if you're feelin me then let's all take a stand
Through the night by the light
Of the moon we will move
The fools are consumed
exploding on em
This ain't my name for no reason bitch, I was born to bomb em
They either think I'm ANTIFA and I support Obama
Or I'm Trump dick ridin, tryin
parents are caught with the cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble
Yes, you got lots and lots of trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in
Have you ever been with night owls in the late night
We be rollin' through the interstate, we can take flight
I can tell by your eyes, wonder what it
to the beach and soak up the rays
We got the drank in this bottle tryin to sip all night
Fire up that l cuz we tryin to take flight
Money man money man I got
Tryin', tryin', tryin', trying
To get you under my pressure
Niggas don't understand how deep this rap shit is
I been tryin', tryin', tryin' trying
to the beach and soak up the rays
We got the drank in this bottle tryin to sip all night
Fire up that l cuz we tryin to take flight
Money man money man I got
to the beach and soak up the rays
We got the drank in this bottle tryin to sip all night
Fire up that l cuz we tryin to take flight
Money man money man I got
see you ain't havin' that
So you had to kill my mood.
By adding fuel to the fire
Girl, you..
Calling me late nights, talking 'bout you wanna end
Yo another day
Another forty nine cents
Mr., Mr., why you always tryin' to take all our money
Because I am the government
And you have to pay
do I get high
It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block
Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
parents are caught with the cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that's trouble
Yes, you got lots and lots of trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in
chased by the fat cat
The muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole
Ain't goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit
We young niggaz don't hold that shit
If you
and steal, spit shit you feel, wit a clique that kills
Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streets all night
My wife always said
up Monday only to realize
That your Saturday self ain't one you like
But I, get by
Don't you know ooh
Give up baby go
Last night I dropped acid
with my eyes drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
and steal, spit shit you feel, wit a clique that kills
Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streets all night
My wife always said
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
Sleeping Beauty:
It was a Saturday night me and my homeboys decided
to dip to the movies, and you know us.
Always on CP time. So we entered
Discuss these tryin to kill a saturday night by keane Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In