King You All Need - Another Saturday Night

Feelin' like a beast in my threads, scanning the room and checking the spread
There's a couple of twos, I spot me a seven, but the third step in me is feeding a ten
You know what I mean, that's flammable. Big booty and tits, all natural
She holds it down so casual, then bringin' them necks on all your bros

Big confident bitches turn jealous hoes, she pullin' what she said's impossible
Come burnin' right through like Cali Grove. Now what do you know, burst through the door
The sexiest beast from head to toe, she made my jaw drop to the floor
You know I gotta make her mine

She's sexy and petite, the way she caught my eye, it's makin' me a little weak
I gotta take her home and get her in my sheets
Ask her what she's sippin' on, a whiskey sour is her drink
One of those, a Jamie on the rocks, no actually, I'll take it neat

While we wait, I'm feeding her lines, she's constantly blushin' and callin' me sweet
I paid up the tab and I threw her a weed. I opened the door and she follows right through
Looks like my Saturday night just found its missing link
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Chillin' in my own zone, I'm faded as fuck from a split-fire hit
I know I shoot, but I won't go home till I give a bitch the privilege to hit
But only if she gives permission
No scandals, just good intentions

With dominance and good submission
And lock it down like we in prison
First one I hit on, what's a good reason
Why should I pay you any attention

Open your mind, you'll see the connection
Been in your dreams, you can call an exemption
Is the application somethin' you accepted
Before your decision, let me answer your question

Dave, let me tell you more
Get with me, it's like hittin' those numbers and winnin' the lotteries
Like most those winners, watch you do what they do
And come blow your winnings irresponsibly

Don't think, just do
Top gun, I'm maverick
When I shoot my shot, I keep firing
Until I hit the target, I'm acquiring

And I got no plans of retiring
Ain't that kinda shit inspiring
I hope you can handle me
Listen to me, I'm glad tonight that I got you

I, I got some money cause I just got paid
Now I wish I had someone to talk to
I wanna talk to you, babe
Take this

I'm glad tonight that I got you
I, I got some money cause I just got paid
Now I wish I had someone to talk to
I wanna talk to you, babe

Written by:
RYAN HOFT

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