Prince Louis - 17 Days

(Enviyon on the mix)
(La la, la la)
(La la, la la)
That's my till, nigga, not your wife
So when I step up in the building, better talk nice
Told him I ain't got the patience maybe forty times
Counting one, two, three: here comes the .45
Whoa, I will really start a motherfuckin' riot
If one more pussy nigga hit my line
(Who the fuck is this?)
Got some shooters with the .30 that'll ride tonight
So if you fuckin' with my shorty, you gon die tonight, whoa
You shouldn't have never let me talk to her
It took 17 days, and she calling me bae
Lame niggas cannot rock with her
It took 17 days, she fell in my lane
I get it bussin' when you not with her
In like 17 ways when I'm in her place
I need a motherfuckin' calendar
It take her 17 days to count up my cake
Still sippin' like a sangria
Still beating shorty kitty 'til she calling PETA
Spelling shit out for these niggas, no Akeelah
I can't kick it with these hoes 'less they playing FIFA
You need a boat, all this water on me, Aquafina
Got some stripes on my notes, but they not Adidas
Running up all my dough like a hundred meter
So go ahead and keep that hoe, I don't even need her, whoa
You shouldn't have never let me talk to her
It took 17 days, and she calling me bae
Lame niggas cannot rock with her
It took 17 days, she fell in my lane
I get it bussin' when you not with her
In like 17 ways when I'm in her place
I need a motherfuckin' calendar
It take her 17 days to count up my cake
(Whoaa)
(In like 17 ways when I'm at her place)

Written by:
Ty Townsend-Ford

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