Lil Wayne – Days and Days (feat. 2 Chainz) Lyrics

Days and Days

Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

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"Days and Days." - Lil Wayne (feat. 2 Chainz)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 10:50 pm

Album: I Am Not a Human Being II (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 03

(You leave your home for days and days)
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath, and on my fingers
**** try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeño
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, ****, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my Swishers fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And your main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tapeworm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
****, we take turns in that ho
These **** so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy
On my private jet with my chef cookin'
So big-headed my neck crooked
My **** foul when the ref lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine
So much weed I got grass stains
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim
I'm on them trees like candy canes
Lil Tunechi
2 Chainz
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustle-nomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagger galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, "Hop in"
2 Chains, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watchin' ESPN
And if that pussy good, I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park, and I got your broad with me
Saltwater pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name "Fuck", first name "I Don't Give A"
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure, yeah
(You leave your home for days and days)
Alright, uh
Uh, all my **** gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickled pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I, ssss, I'ma need some more S's
Man, I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle, bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man, I rather punch a brick
'Cause I'm that ****
And I'm so cold, I just shivered
These **** think they hard, these **** just nipples
I pop a **** like a 'sicle, drop a **** like a missile
More money, more issues, I size you up then fit you
Tunechi
(You leave your home for days and days)

Writer(s): D. Carter, T. Epps, A. Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, B. Ozen, Jermaine Preyan & B. Williams.

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