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letra de off day - lil wayne

[verse 1: lil wayne]
she don’t call me tunechi no more she call me bae
oh i, don’t give a f-ck about these n—-s 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 pet-te waist
i get my back scratched up she get her knees scr-ped
then she ride that d-ck, oh freeway
and now them t-tties sittin’ nice yeah i wanna bite that
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 -ss needs some flight plans
i’ma f-ck her right fast, fly her right back
hold up, now we suckin’ and fu—n’
and suckin’ and fu—n’, and suckin’ and fu—n’
i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’
she got that hoppita, hoppita, i love her
like wobble, we tonguin’, we fu—n’
we tonguin’, we fu—n’, i’m c-min’

[verse 2: flow]
i got a b-tch named vanessa, she like how i finesse her
i comfortable about her i put my pistol on her dresser
had a threesome with her sister
they thought i was in to ask them
bust a nut then hit the bathroom
grab a towel and clean my mess up
i be swaggin’ on these hoes, i ain’t laughin’ with these hoes
i would crack your fu—n’ skull before i crack a fu—n’ joke
got some og straight from cali
and some backwoods from the store
got a message from the tune
and he sent pictures of your home
and we got groupies in the hallway
set that d-ck all on her body
bet theres roaches in my ash tray
b—–s buggin’ get the off spray
girl i f-ck with you the long way
give me bl-w j-bs on your off day
give me bl-w j-bs on your off day
give me bl-w j-bs on your off day

[verse 3: 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 d-ck like a mini mouse eat a cheese cake
she don’t call me tunechi no more she call me bae
i said, oh you got the touch, still i take precaution
i told her i ain’t know none of the stuff she been involved with
i f-ck her till shes exhausted, p—y tastin’ like frosting
then she get on her knees like b-b-beggin’ my pardon
that’s word to my right hand, that’s my dice hand
pop that p—y like a price tag till’ i white flag

[verse 4: flow]
i like smokin’ with my b—–s so i p-ss the blunt to brittney
b—–s think that i’m a hot boy, i got dope d-ck b-tch i’m b. g
gettin’ bj’s from your b-m while the dj play my cd
got a b-tch up in the bed make it squirt then touch the tv
skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, i just ditched your b-tch
she ain’t wanna suck my d-ck, she say she gave it off a lip
that’s why i f-ck with her the long way
ate that p—y on the first date, give me bj’s on your off day
give me bl-w j-bs on your off day

[verse 5: lil wayne]
and now we suckin’ and fu—n’
and suckin’ and fu—n’, and suckin’ and fu—n’
i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’
oh yeah, she got that hoppita, hoppita, i love it, i f-ck her
we tonguin’ and fu—n’ and
oh i, don’t give a f-ck about these n—-s 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 m-st-rb-t-
i got a big booty b-tch that keep in peak shape
i get my back scratched up, she get her knees scr-ped
and then she surf that d-ck like a heatwave
and now them t-tties 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 -ss
and now we suckin’ and fu—n’
and suckin’ and fu—n’, and suckin’ and fu—n’
i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’, i’m c-min’
oh, she got that hoppta, hoppita, i love her, like wobble
we tonguin’ we fu—n’, we tonguin’ we fu—n’, i’m comin’

[outro: wayne and flow]
gettin’ bj’s from your b-m while the dj play my cd
skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
give me bj’s on your off day, give me bl-w j-bs on your off day

- lil wayne

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