Off Day lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas all in my face
'Cause I'm in the club goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad b*tch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad b*tch at home makin' me plates
She lock the door, set the alarm, and text me she safe
I got a big booty b*tch with a petite waist
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
Then she ride that di*k, oh, freeway
And now them titties sittin' nice, yeah, I wanna bite yeah
I could f*ck you right yeah, all night yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my mic hand
Shorty with the nice ass needs some flight plans
I'ma f*ck her right fast, fly her right back
Hold up, uhh

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Now we suckin', and f*ckin', and suckin', and f*ckin'
And suckin' and f*ckin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin'
She got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble
We tonguin', we f*ckin', we tonguin', we f*ckin', I'm c*min'
[Verse 1: Flow, Lil Wayne & Both]
I got a b*tch named Vanessa (Ooh)
She like how I finesse her (Yeah)
I'm comfortable by her
I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister (Oh)
They thought I was scared to ask them (Oh)
Bust a nut then hit the bathroom (Oh)
Grab the towel and clean my mess up (Oh)
I be swaggin' on these hoes (Ooh)
I ain't laughin' with these hoes (Woo)
I would crack your f*ckin' skull before I crack a f*ckin' joke
Got some OG straight from Cali (Oh)
And some backwoods from the store (Oh)
Got a message from Lil Tune
And he sent pictures of your hoe
Man, we got groupies in the hallway
Set that di*k all on her forehead
Bet there's roaches in my ash tray
b*tches buggin', get the OFF! spray
Girl, I f*ck with you the long way (Bah)
Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wah)
Give me blow jobs on your off day (Wow)
Give me blow jobs on your off day, uh

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a f*ck about all of these hoes in my face
My b*tch in the club going up, on a weekday
I see the b*tch you came with, I made a stink face
She said her last little boo was such a cheapskate
I put my arm around her shoulder, told her she straight
She ate the di*k like Minnie Mouse eat cheese cake
She don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae
I said, oh you got that torch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't none of the suckers she been involved with
I f*ck her till she's exhausted, pus*y tastin' like frosting
Then she get on her knees like she b-b-beggin' my pardon
That's word to my right hand, that's my dice hand
Pop that pus*y like a price tag 'til I white flag, alright
[Bridge: Flow, Lil Wayne & Both]
I like smokin' with my b*tches, so I pass the blunt to Brittany (Ooh)
b*tches think that I'm a Hot Boy, I got dope di*k, b*tch, I'm B.G
Gettin' BJ's from your BM while the DJ play my CD
Got a b*tch up in the bed gon' make it squirt and touch the TV
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, I just ditched your b*tch
She ain't wanna suck my di*k, she say she gave it up for lent
That's why I f*ck with her the long way, ate that pus*y on the first date
Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day, oh

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
Ooh, ooh, and now we suckin', and f*ckin', and suckin' and f*ckin'
And suckin' and f*ckin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin'
Oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love it like bubble
We tonguin' and f*ckin' and oh I...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Oh, I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas all in my face
Cause I'm in this b*tch goin' up, on a weekday
I got an off day tomorrow, I'ma sleep late
I brought a bad b*tch too, she got a beef cake
And she go each way, she need a teammate
I got a bad b*tch at home that never debate
Sendin' pictures to my phone when she masturbate
I got a big booty b*tch that keep her peak shape
I get my back scratched up, she get her knees scraped
And then she surf that di*k like a heatwave
And now them titties sittin' right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah
I could f*ck you right, yeah, all night, yeah
That's word to my right hand, that's my knife hand
And shorty with them tight pants need some flight plans
I'ma f*ck her right fast, fly her right back, your ass
[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
And now we suckin', and f*ckin', and suckin' and f*ckin'
And suckin', and f*ckin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin'
Oh, she got that hoppita, hoppita, I love her like bubble
We tonguin', we f*ckin', we tonguin' we f*ckin', I'm c*mmin'

[Outro: Lil Wayne (with Flow)]
Gettin' BJ's from your B-M while the DJ play my CD
Give me BJ's on your off day, give me blow jobs on your off day
Oh yeah, she don't call me Tunechi no more, she call me bae