TRAVIS PORTER


Err Damn Day Lyrics (ft. Jeremih)

[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 damn day
La, la, la, like err damn day
La, la, la, like err damn day
La, la, la, like err damn 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 bitch from West LA
Yeah she talk all night, but she f**k 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 pass it – this another classic
Roll up and pass it – this another classic
Roll up and pass it – this another classic
Roll up and pass it – this another classic

[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 damn day
La, la, la, like err damn day
La, la, la, like err damn day
La, la, la, like err damn day

[Verse 2]
Black-balled black balls, though
Three deep, but we came in a four-door
Had to stalk through the 'hood on the low-low
Stepped out, niggas smellin' like dough-dough
Hit a dice game, rollin' on the floor, hoe
First roll, nigga, three pimps, four hoes
Nigga, put your money on the floor
My nigga Three keep the 'dro rolled
Like err damn 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**king 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 pussy'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 nigga still 'hood, got a strap in the tuck
My bitch is immaculate, more money I have to get
200 on the dash, no holdin' back, boy, I'm smashin' it
Got a bitch 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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