Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Days and Days’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You leave your home for days and days
Yeah
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
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalapeno
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, nigga, I’m caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that’s my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne’s World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you f*ck around, find a squirrel in her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas 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 niggas foul when the ref’s 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
Yeah, 2 Chainz
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That’s hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours
It’s not doggy style, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I’m from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name F*ck, first name I Don’t Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they ’bout to deliver
So when I start dippin’ you know the procedure
You leave your home for days and days
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle 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 sssssss 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 nigga, and I’m so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples
I pop a nigga like a ‘sicle, drop a nigga like a missile
Mo’ money mo’ issues, I size you up then fit you
Tunechi
You leave your home for days and days