teamjimmy – days and days lyrics
[verse 1: teamjimmy]
my ho, she give me head till i lose consciousness
she say my d-ck could be the next world monument
or the next continent, according to biologists
call it exaggeration but i’m just being honest man
sipping lean out the fanta, that’s my fantasy
you’re two-faced, that’s duality, let’s skip the formalities
knock you off your balance beam, you falling from a balcony
oh no, what a tragedy, send roses to your family
and that crown is mine, watch out hopsin
we sell dope out here, in wisconsin
your career’s dead, like action bronson
you got a problem, i’m in my office
presidential, lyndon johnson
pussy running like a constant faucet
hoes pop and drop it, i c-ck and pop it
while you be watching, like “stop it, stop it”
i’m big brained, gives my neck pains
while this chronic gives me chest pains
pop the champagne, again, again
cause every day is the best day
got red eyes, i need visine please
my cds, yeah they buyin’ these
bout to p-ss it over to ibc
to eazy e, bdp, rip, like that
[verse 2: ibcircuits]
roll my weed on your girl’s -ss, call it strip joint
f-ck with me and you know where this ak with a grip point
got a big -ss chick, call her somebody
i go ham, i’m a hog like company
cut your finger off, call it forefinger
shoot you in the head and you know i won’t linger
run your van off a bridge, call it carpool
then i sit and watch on a motherf-cking barstool
pull my gun and your face pales, call it whitehead
getting so high that i’m asking what that sprite said
take your parents as hostages, 1k ransom
i guess they just became grandparents
[verse 3: caslon]
caslon back at it, paralyzing like static
cough on blunts like asthmatic
shit you coughing on is illmatic
magic flow like gandalf, shit you won’t see the end of
blunt shall not p-ss, please keep yo hand off
tamed huayra and bought a pagani
sippin italian, wearin armani
spend a couple milli cause my checks are grimy
pour a thugger thugger, make it extra slimy
got a vet beside me, brudder, that’s a ’71 chevelle
tell aguila stay the f-ck outta paid 4 bandz
or i’ll give him hell
that goes for all you tryhard woat -ss eds
who don’t know what we do in here
we sippin’ on wine and puffin cigars
three in the morning like screw in here
i’m — f-cking up this beat like wayne, no f-ck it
im f-cking up the whole alb-m
this is paid 4 bandz i ain’t givin’ no f-cks for free
leave some money in the phantom
bands on bands on bands on bands on bands on bandses
you can’t add up my money, just like sway you dont got the answers
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