Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - Saturday

[chorus]

I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash

Just seen a big ol ass, its saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky

Sticky, icky, icky, icky

System on blast, cops just pass

Just seen a big ol ass, its saturday

Sticky, icky, icky, icky

Sticky, icky, icky, icky

[verse 1: ludacris]

Grease dont pop on the stove no more, moved on up

Double shot hennesey fill my cup

Luda choke smoke in a big black truck

Should I wild out, what the fuck? !

Act like my rims aint clean

How you gonna ack like my neck dont bling?

Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen

But they dont never really wanna pop them thangs

Cane, cane sugar man luda dont go

And I stop at a light, pull off so slow

But Im out for the night, so pass that dro

So, daddy come home in a cadillac brome, cadillac brome

Now dont it sound absurd

Claim college park where they flip them birds

Trick car alarms, then bend them curves

Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb

[chorus]

[verse 2: ludacris]

Its illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, thats my bud

Smoke til ya drop out, thats my luck

Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, nigga what? !

Act like I dont make cloud, how you gonna act like I dont get loud?

How you gonna act like I dont rock crowds?

And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile

If I recollect right then you sound like dirt

But, I guess what you really dont know dont hurt

With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun

My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word)

Dont it smell so good, in southwest where they rep that hood

Protect your chest, they up to no good

And come through flossin, they wish yall would

[chorus]

[verse 3: ludacris]

Worldwide hustlers get that dough

Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick

Keep a d eagle with an extra clip

Think it aint so, suck a dick!

Act like I just do rap

How you gonna act like I just aint strapped?

How you gonna act like I dont push lacs?

Black eldorado, fifth wheel on back!

Ichy finger trigger, man, luda dont squeeze

With a mac, with a glock ima make em say please

In the back, on block so the cops they freeze

And Im so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed?

Dont it smell so sweet?

In decatur, where they pack that heat

And rob neighbors in the night creep, creep

Ill see you later well be in them streets...

[chorus: repeat 2x]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - Saturday [chorus] I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash Just seen a big ol ass, its saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky System on blast, cops just pass Just seen a big ol ass, its saturday Sticky, icky, icky, icky Sticky, icky, icky, icky [verse 1: ludacris] Grease dont pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot hennesey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big black truck Should I wild out, what the fuck? ! Act like my rims aint clean How you gonna ack like my neck dont bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro-sheen But they dont never really wanna pop them thangs Cane, cane sugar man luda dont go And I stop at a light, pull off so slow But Im out for the night, so pass that dro So, daddy come home in a cadillac brome, cadillac brome Now dont it sound absurd Claim college park where they flip them birds Trick car alarms, then bend them curves Chop chop, chunk it up fat man herb [chorus] [verse 2: ludacris] Its illegal bout the plants in my backyard grow, thats my bud Smoke til ya drop out, thats my luck Keep a couple rolled and I hit the club in the back door, nigga what? ! Act like I dont make cloud, how you gonna act like I dont get loud? How you gonna act like I dont rock crowds? And leave a lot of people with a gap tooth smile If I recollect right then you sound like dirt But, I guess what you really dont know dont hurt With a vest, and a pump hear the shot gun My folks on the block, man, they got that word (they got that word) Dont it smell so good, in southwest where they rep that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good And come through flossin, they wish yall would [chorus] [verse 3: ludacris] Worldwide hustlers get that dough Work that tip, get rid of evidence, move that brick Keep a d eagle with an extra clip Think it aint so, suck a dick! Act like I just do rap How you gonna act like I just aint strapped? How you gonna act like I dont push lacs? Black eldorado, fifth wheel on back! Ichy finger trigger, man, luda dont squeeze With a mac, with a glock ima make em say please In the back, on block so the cops they freeze And Im so high, I think I got a nose bleed, you gotta nose bleed? Dont it smell so sweet? In decatur, where they pack that heat And rob neighbors in the night creep, creep Ill see you later well be in them streets... [chorus: repeat 2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Saturday: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/700.html Все тексты песен: Ludacris » Ludacris - whats Your Fantasy » Ludacris - Black Man`s Struggle Skit » Ludacris - Diamond in the Back » Ludacris - Area Codes » Ludacris - Hard Times » Ludacris - Game Got Switched » Ludacris - Screwed Up » Ludacris - Two Miles an Hour » Ludacris - Get Off Me » Ludacris - Interactive Skit » Ludacris - Word Of Mouf (Freestyle) » Ludacris - Ho Skit » Ludacris - Get Back » Ludacris - growing pains \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Ludacris - Phat Rabbit » Ludacris - What`s Your Fantasy » Ludacris - 1st & 10 » Ludacris - Large Amounts » Ludacris - Tickets Sold Out » Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh! Oooh!) Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Решетняк - Не обещай » Евгений Романов - Рыжий клоун » Евгений Келлер - Статуэтка » Евгений Клячкин - Романс скрипача » Евгений Бабенко - Разговор с Городом » Евгений Романов - Кедровый орех » Евгения Козина - Песня танцовщицы (по сказке Г.Х Андерсена Стойкий оловянный солдатик) » Елена Казанцева - Прощай, учитель! » Елена Фролова - Боже, Боже, разве я не ангел!.. » Евгений Романов - Мою маму, тоже Светлану... » Евгений Романов - Оранжево-черный рэгг-тайм » Е.Мартынов - Лебединая верность » Ефим Ташлицкий - Я болен, я болен стихами... » Елена Фролова - Греческая песня » Екатерина Барановская - Ты подаришь мне свет... » Евгений Бабенко - Король. » Евгений Исакевич - Псалом No 2 » Елена Казанцева - Вам двадцать два, мой лейтенант, и мы не пара... » Евгений Клячкин - Осенняя песня » Елена Гурфинкель - Я во снах вижу лица любимых людей...
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