My Day 2Day lyrics

[Intro: 1TakeJay]
(420 Tiesto)
Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this b*tch up

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits

[Verse 1: 1TakeJay]
If your favorite hobby suckin' on thе di*k, come be my ho
If your pus*y wet likе Raging Waters, b*tch, I'm tryna go
If your favorite artist Lil Yachty, b*tch, come drive the boat
Your n*gga sellin' clothes that stay afloat, lil' b*tch, I got it on
Cuban links with VVSs on 'em, put you in your feelings
Like the sun, my sh*t shinin', I'm not even under the lights
If her ass fatter than your pockets, n*gga, get out the lights
We not opps, but n*ggas' b*tches keep on sayin' it's on sight
I don't waste money on no b*tch, but Gucci fittin' her waist right
I got the keys to your b*tch house, she always let me spend the night
She a neat freak, she keep her pus*y shaved right
She kicked us out 'cause Ralfy keep on dirtyin' that Sprite
[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, handlin' business
A fifty-piece out of Mei Ling crib, I found the kitchen
Blew a n*gga down, he hit the ground like he was a Whippet
Don't ask me how much I made today, it's none of your business
I be talkin' crazy, don't let that bother you, I got mental illness
What happened to all them poppin' rap n*ggas? They put 'em on the shelf
I never asked for a handout, got it by myself
Four-five-nine special as I was climbin' under shelves
Diamonds water, I can go swimmin', Michael Phelps
I'll get a n*gga a spankin', buy another belt
In the club like who you bank with? I'm tryna find another Wells
[?] tell you what I did today, you n*ggas might tell
The Plug

[Chorus: 1TakeJay]
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits
Let me tell you 'bout my day today, this b*tch keep trippin'
Look down, her shoes tied, my di*k got her in her feelings
Stroke a b*tch to death, so much di*k her ancestors feel it
Stroke a b*tch to death, she can't breathe like she off the Whippits