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travis porter - err damn day lyrics

[hook 1]
still smokin’ that la, la, la – ‘bout to head out to east la
i hope i don’t miss my flight, got a show out in saint-tropez
i be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak français
shoutout to the thick girls in houston, chi-town and m.i.a.
we still smokin’ that la, la, la – ‘bout to head out to east la
i hope i don’t miss my flight, got a show out in saint-tropez
i be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak français
shoutout to the thick girls in houston, chi-town and m.i.a.
smokin’ that la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day

[verse 1]
aye look, i’m gone off the molly – i’m gone out this world
i’m buyin’ all my luck, and i keep thinkin’ ‘bout my girl
i’m out in west la, my b-tch from west la
yeah she talk all night, but she f-ck all day
we on that la, la, la – we just landed in the bay
from san fran to oakland, they smoke all day
and then we fly down south… to atl
and m-i-yayo, i’m probably with your girl
then head to nyc, did a show with sob
interviews on mtv, yeah it’s just me and travy

[bridge]
roll up and p-ss it – this another cl-ssic
roll up and p-ss it – this another cl-ssic
roll up and p-ss it – this another cl-ssic
roll up and p-ss it – this another cl-ssic

[hook 2]
still smokin’ that la, la, la – ‘bout to head out to east la
i hope i don’t miss my flight, got a show out in saint-tropez
i be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak français
shoutout to the thick girls in houston, chi-town and m.i.a.
smokin’ that la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day
la, la, la, like err d-mn day

[verse 2]
black-balled… black b-lls, though
three deep, but we came in a four-door
had to stalk through the ‘hood on the low-low
stepped out, n-gg-s smellin’ like dough-dough
hit a dice game, rollin’ on the floor, hoe
first roll, n-gg-, three pimps, four hoes
n-gg-, put your money on the floor
my n-gg- three keep the ‘dro rolled
like err d-mn day, my weed from west la
but i got it from mlk
that’s atlanta, hoe – i’m from kamero
probably catch me at the crib with a centerfold
and i still pop sills if you didn’t know
oh man, i’m a player god
on the track with my homeboy jeremih
heat on with the top down
man, it’s pretty cold in the chi-town
this ain’t no motherf-cking newport
but we headed to the airport

[hook 1]

[verse 3]
smokin’ on that la, la, la – top down, i’m sky high
diamonds bright when the sun shine
the girl is yours but the p-ssy’s mine
me and two mamis seated in the back of the truck
smokin’ on keesha while they backin’ it up
been gettin’ money, throw a stack in the club
know a n-gg- still ‘hood, got a strap in the tuck
my b-tch is immaculate, more money i have to get
200 on the dash, no holdin’ back, boy, i’m smashin’ it
got a b-tch from the h-town – big booty smoked my whole pound
all the dope boys want shorty, i can’t even bring her around
if you want to, we can ride away
get high today and throw some bands away
got a show tonight in saint-tropez
i poured a four and just copped an eighth

[hook 1]

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