Travis Porter - Err Damn Day Lyrics
[Hook 1]Still smokin’ that la, la, la – ‘bout to head out to East LAI hope I don’t miss my flight, got a show out in Saint-TropezI be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak FrançaisShoutout 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 LAI hope I don’t miss my flight, got a show out in Saint-TropezI be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak FrançaisShoutout to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.Smokin’ that la, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn day[Verse 1]Aye look, I’m gone off the molly – I’m gone out this worldI’m buyin’ all my luck, and I keep thinkin’ ‘bout my girlI’m out in West LA, my ***** from West LAYeah she talk all night, but she ***** all dayWe on that la, la, la – we just landed in the BayFrom San Fran to Oakland, they smoke all dayAnd then we fly down south… to ATLAnd M-I-Yayo, I’m probably with your girlThen head to NYC, did a show with SOBInterviews on MTV, yeah it’s just me and Travy[Bridge]Roll up and pass it – this another classicRoll up and pass it – this another classicRoll up and pass it – this another classicRoll up and pass it – this another classic[Hook 2]Still smokin’ that la, la, la – ‘bout to head out to East LAI hope I don’t miss my flight, got a show out in Saint-TropezI be kickin’ it in the red light district where some hoes speak FrançaisShoutout to the thick girls in Houston, Chi-Town and M.I.A.Smokin’ that la, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn dayLa, la, la, like err damn day[Verse 2]Black-balled… black balls, thoughThree deep, but we came in a four-doorHad to stalk through the ‘hood on the low-lowStepped out, niggas smellin’ like dough-doughHit a dice game, rollin’ on the floor, hoeFirst roll, nigga, three pimps, four hoesNigga, put your money on the floorMy nigga Three keep the ‘dro rolledLike err damn day, my weed from West LABut I got it from MLKThat’s Atlanta, hoe – I’m from KameroProbably catch me at the crib with a centerfoldAnd I still pop sills if you didn’t knowOh man, I’m a player godOn the track with my homeboy JeremihHeat on with the top downMan, it’s pretty cold in the Chi-TownThis ain’t no mother*****ing NewportBut we headed to the airport[Hook 1][Verse 3]Smokin’ on that la, la, la – top down, I’m sky highDiamonds bright when the sun shineThe girl is yours but the *****’s mineMe and two mamis seated in the back of the truckSmokin’ on keesha while they backin’ it upBeen gettin’ money, throw a stack in the clubKnow a nigga still ‘hood, got a strap in the tuckMy ***** is immaculate, more money I have to get200 on the dash, no holdin’ back, boy, I’m smashin’ itGot a ***** from the H-Town – big booty smoked my whole poundAll the dope boys want shorty, I can’t even bring her aroundIf you want to, we can ride awayGet high today and throw some bands awayGot a show tonight in Saint-TropezI poured a four and just copped an eighth[Hook 1]
