Saturday Night chords by Torae
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Saturday night in the crib
Am
chillin' watchin' the Knicks
Dm
Fourth quarter up 25,
Mel on this shit
Checkin' ad in my Instagram,
scrollin' through pics
Am
Dm
Double D's, double taps,
shit it is what it is
Type starvin',
grab the handful of menus,
Am
gotta get me a bite
Dm
Somethin' quick, somethin' cheap,
cuz my paper's tight
Thinkin' Domino's,
Am
nah, somethin' different tonight
Dm
Oh, what about that Chinese spot that I like?
Am
5 -5 -5, 72 -79
Dm
Let me get a half chicken
fried rice on the side
Shrimp roll, mac duck sauce,
Am
and nothin' with swine
Dm
Deliver in ten minutes, yeah,
just be here on time
45 minutes later,
Am
they was callin' my phone
Dm
Answered it tight, like, damn,
someone took you so long
Said to drive back the door,
Am
bring enough for a tip
Dm
Too long, I ain't tippin' them shit
Eb
Crick!
Am
You know what mean?
So I walk through the door
and shit I'm lookin' out the peephole
It's not the normal dude, it's like
Shorty's like curvy and all,
like, hold up.
Dm
Cracked the door into my surprise,
Am
delivery chick was a dime.
Dm
When I ordered breast and thighs,
I was thinkin' with fries.
Am
Opened it wide, come inside.
Dm
Let me get you this bread,
it's in the wallet in the room
on my bed.
Walked to the counter,
Am
she put the bag of food on the edge.
Dm
Walked to my room,
lookin' back at her,
shakin' my head.
Thinkin' damn,
Am
wishin' she was on the menu instead.
Dm
Then the room door shut,
like, I heard what you said.
She was with it, I was with it,
Am
so off came the fitted.
Dm
Like, I was tryin'
to deliver to you for a minute.
I get it, now you gon' get it
Am
Dm
She leaned back, jumped in the sack
Undid my zipper,
laid me down on my back
Bout an hour into it,
Am
somebody call on her jack
Dm
Non -stop back -to -back,
like, you should get that
She said, it's just Ping, my ex
Am
The black belt, dude is obsessed
Dm
He probably followed me
Am
up to your address
Dm
Am
Kicked in the door, waving to nunchucks
Dm
Both staffin', laughin', do his type nuts
Try to tell homie I ain't know
Am
your wife was a smut
Dm
No need to bust in my crib,
I'm wreckin' my stuff
Seen his lips move,
Am
but he never uttered a word
Dm
About eight seconds later,
this is all that I heard
Am
You tore Ray, you must pay
Dm
Kitty Kat, you slayed
Now under the ground
where you must slay
Got in his stance,
Am
two ninja stars in his hands
Dm
Threw him both in my directions,
blocked him both with a plant
Kept comin', I start dumbin',
Am
never been a punk
Dm
But do the karate master,
hit him right in his nuts
Scream out, lean forward,
Am
I uppercut in his jaw
Dm
Foot -swept him to the floor,
threw him right out the door
Peeped shorty in my sight,
Am
she asked if I might
Dm
I said it's the big spec,
Am
it is Saturday night
Dm
Am
Dm
Survive up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up,
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
up, up, up, up, up, up,
Am
Dm
up, up, up,
And I flow like I'm Young
Outro 1
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Saturday Night
Torae
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