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Yesterday was the bleachers But I woke up on the courtside So, this must be the remix In a Cadillac with a freak bitch Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild Doors off on the G-Whip On the late night with a smooth puss Got a new cut and the Ku-Klux Saw the po-po, threw the deuce up Like I knew, uh, was the truth Got a big blunt, so the roof up With the artwork, on the wall like From duplex to the zoo, flex From the ink-pen to the Ruth Cris What it look like, need a toothpick And I'm too full How are you bitch? How are you bitch? How are you bitch? I was book smart, with some good drip Did your big bro hide the good crack? In the old-school, in the old-school SongtexteAnd a five-piece, when you cook that See, yesterday was the bleachers But I woke up on the courtside So, this must be the remix In a Cadillac with a freak bitch Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild Yesterday was the bleachers But I woke up on the courtside So, this must be the remix In a Cadillac with a freak bitch Gave the Cadillac to the freak bitch Just, Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild Saturdays, runnin' wild And I’m like where you been, love? I come home and ask about you You my favorite friend, love Only one that’s been there I should call your kinfolk We get gone and we get thrown We almost baller, benz-oh I should call your friends up Yeah, slip-and-slide For real Someone change the text and make us dive For real Hopin’ that’s a keeper, we get high as this Mm, you must be out yo’ mind Yeah, yeah I do my dance on a fuck nigga “Where you been?” T-E, double N Come and fuck with me All my friends who ain’t got no ride, throw a buck in it When my side hoe ain’t down to die This is us livin’ Aus Songtexte Mania