Flow - Days lyrics

She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae Oh I, don't give a f** about these n***as all in my face 'Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late I brought a bad b**h too, she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad b**h at home makin' me plates She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe I got a big booty b**h with a petite waist I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped Then she ride that dick, oh freeway And now them titties sittin' nice yeah, I wanna bite that I could f** you right yeah, all night yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand Shorty with the nice a** needs some flight plans I'ma f** her right fast, fly her right back, hold up Uh, Now we s**in' and f**in' and s**in' and f**in', and s**in' and f**in' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin', oh! Oh yeah She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like wobble We tonguin', we f**in' we tonguin', we f**in', I'm cumin' I got a b**h named Vanessa She like how I finesse her I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser Had a threesome with her sister They thought I was scared to ask them Bust a nut then hit the bathroom Grab a towel and clean my mess up I be swaggin' on these hoes I ain't laughin' with these hoes I would crack your f**in' skull before I crack a f**in' joke Got some OG straight from Cali And some backwoods from the store Got a message from Lil Tune and he sent pictures of your home And we got groupies in the hallway Set that dick all on her body Bet there's roaches in my ash tray b**hes buggin', get the OFF! Spray Girl I f** with you the long way Give me blow jobs on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day Oh I, don't give a f** about all of these hoes in my face My b**h in the club going up, on a weekday I see the b**h you came with, I made a stink face She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight She ate the dick like Minnie Mouse eat cheese cake She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution I told her I ain't know none of the s**ers she been involved with I f** her till she's exhausted, p**y tastin' like frosting Then she get on her knees like she b-b-beggin' my pardon That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand Pop that p**y like a price tag till' I white flag I like smokin' with my b**hes so I pa** the blunt to Brittany b**hes think that I'm a Hot Boy, I got dope dick b**h I'm B.G Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD Got a b**h up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your b**h She ain't wanna s** my dick, she say she gave it up for lent Thats why I f** with her the long way Ate that p**y on the first date Give me BJ's on your off day Give me blow jobs on your off day Uh uh uh uh And now we s**in' and f**in' and s**in' and f**in', and s**in' and f**in' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin', oh yeah She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like wobble We tonguin', we f**in' Oh I, don't give a f** about these n***as all in my face 'Cause I'm in this b**h goin' up, on a weekday I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late I brought a bad b**h too, she got a beef cake And she go each way, she need a teammate I got a bad b**h at home that never debate Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate I got a big booty b**h that keep her peak shape I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped And then she surf that dick like a heatwave And now them titties sittin' right yeah, I wanna bite yeah I could f** you right yeah, all night yeah That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans I'ma f** her right fast, fly her right back, your a** Uh Now we s**in' and f**in' and s**in' and f**in', and s**in' and f**in' I'm cumin', I'm cumin', I'm cumin', oh She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like wobble We tonguin', we f**in' we tonguin', we f**in', I'm cumin' Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day, oh yeah, uh She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae