IBCiruits - Days And Days lyrics

[Verse 1: TeamJimmy] My ho, she give me head till I lose consciousness She say my dick 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 p**y running like a constant faucet Hoes pop and drop it, I co*k 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 pa** it over to IBC To Eazy E, BDP, RIP, like that [Verse 2: IBCircuits] Roll my weed on your girl's a**, call it strip joint f** with me and you know where this AK with a grip point Got a big a** 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**ing 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 sh** you coughing on is illmatic Magic flow like Gandalf, sh** you won't see the end of Blunt shall not pa**, 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** outta Paid 4 Bandz Or I'll give him hell That goes for all you tryhard WOAT a** 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**ing up this beat like Wayne, no f** it Im f**ing up the whole album This is Paid 4 Bandz I ain't givin' no f**s 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