TRAVIS PORTER

TRAVIS PORTER - Err Damn Day lyrics

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feat. Jeremih

Still smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

We be smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

Smoking 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

Hey, look, I’m gone out the molly, I’m gone out this world

I’m buying all my luck, and I keep thinking ‘bout my girl

I’m out in West LA, my bitch from West LA

Yeah, she talk all night, but she fuck 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.A oh, I’m probably with your girl

Then head to NYC, did a show with SOB

Interviews on MTV, yeah it’s just me and Travis

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

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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

Smoking 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

Black ball, 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 smelling like dough dough

Hit a dice game, rolling on the floor, hoe

First roll, nigga, three pimps, four hoes

Nigga put your money on the floor

My nigga Three keep the drop rolled

Like err damn day, my weed from West LA

But I got it from MLK

That’s Atlanta, hoe, I’m from …

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 motherfucking Newport

But we headed to the airport

Still smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

We be smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

Smoking 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

Smoking on that 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 mamacitas in the back of the truck

Smoking on keesha while they backing it up

Been getting 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 holding back, boy, I’m smashing 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

Still smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

We be smoking 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 kicking it in the red light district where some hoes speak Français

Shout out to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.

Smoking 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

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