She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Up in Chapel Hill
I am amazing to bitches
She turned around
Drop to her knees mid pivot
I put my key in her ignition
Dimple faced dick slinger
Provide the mic to bad singers
In consummation
I am the ringer
But provide no ring for her
Me or more of
My love gets poured on
The sheets or glove
More than likely
Quote unquote well
I don't know why
These niggas think they
Can flow just like me
Thats so off topic
But your so intoxicating
I just passed out
Memories fading
Remember when we...
Shhhhh
In the air bnb basement
I aint snitchin
Baby just sayin
Your pussy my favorite edible arrangement
Decoration I rearrange it
She know what Im rearranging
Ooo I like when
You make those faces
You say my name
So there's no mistaken
Take off your clothes
Baby no more waitin
Your milly sturdy
But that ass is shaking ah
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Gripping that steering wheel skirt skirt skirt
She twerk to Rihanna that work work work
I pop a blue like a smurf smurf smurf
I put that pussy in hurst she say it feel like her first time well
Whipping the whip with the wifi
Malibu Malibu Mai Thais
Blunts during brunch that's the high life
Bitch I'm the hero that's sky high
She got no power
Say you got courage but dog you a coward
She cop the sour, f*ck her for hours
She got that fire like Mario running through flowers
Aye, slick like the honey badge run it back
Honey smacks hunnit stacks
Contraband contraband
Halle berry bitches rolling honey berry dutches
I can't get enough of that
Dutch treats bust heat from the front seat
NY to NC Real Life 2G
No more hoopties
Movies, bootys, new heat
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
All around the world
I am a God to these bitches
It's word of mouth
They look at me like Ima legend
I'm burnin kush til my blunt is extinguished
She love it when I give her cunnilingus
She listen up Ima cunning linguist
I pray that money don't come in between us
Boobie Miles baby now I'm distinguished
Feel like I'm Nip I got keys to the city
I likem chill, intelligent, pretty
Her ass is vicious her pussy delicious
The way I keep her coming back to me
Something like a crack fiend or a boomerang
Long hair don't care at all
Got girls on me like I'm Pootie Tang
40 cal or the 9piece
Bro don't care cause he shoot the same
Sorry for the wait
I been moving weight
All day I got moves to make
I brought a fifth
She take a sip of that PA, tron
Askin too much I ain't into that leave me alone
I plead the fifth and I hate the COs
Marathon money I run the relay
Nothing to say cause they feelin my soul
She dont want me out running these streets
She want me at home and she want me alone
And I hit that ass wall to wall then on the floor
Gotcha all fours gotcha banging bangin on the headboard
Yea she like it make her beg for it
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Contraband (feat. Enonomous & Hookz Murdock) Video (MV)
Performed By: Yohan
Language: English
Length: 5:50
Written by: Alec Clayton, Matthew Martinez, Sam Jenkins
Yohan - Contraband (feat. Enonomous & Hookz Murdock) Lyrics
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English
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Up in Chapel Hill
I am amazing to bitches
She turned around
Drop to her knees mid pivot
I put my key in her ignition
Dimple faced dick slinger
Provide the mic to bad singers
In consummation
I am the ringer
But provide no ring for her
Me or more of
My love gets poured on
The sheets or glove
More than likely
Quote unquote well
I don't know why
These niggas think they
Can flow just like me
Thats so off topic
But your so intoxicating
I just passed out
Memories fading
Remember when we...
Shhhhh
In the air bnb basement
I aint snitchin
Baby just sayin
Your pussy my favorite edible arrangement
Decoration I rearrange it
She know what Im rearranging
Ooo I like when
You make those faces
You say my name
So there's no mistaken
Take off your clothes
Baby no more waitin
Your milly sturdy
But that ass is shaking ah
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Gripping that steering wheel skirt skirt skirt
She twerk to Rihanna that work work work
I pop a blue like a smurf smurf smurf
I put that pussy in hurst she say it feel like her first time well
Whipping the whip with the wifi
Malibu Malibu Mai Thais
Blunts during brunch that's the high life
Bitch I'm the hero that's sky high
She got no power
Say you got courage but dog you a coward
She cop the sour, f*ck her for hours
She got that fire like Mario running through flowers
Aye, slick like the honey badge run it back
Honey smacks hunnit stacks
Contraband contraband
Halle berry bitches rolling honey berry dutches
I can't get enough of that
Dutch treats bust heat from the front seat
NY to NC Real Life 2G
No more hoopties
Movies, bootys, new heat
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
All around the world
I am a God to these bitches
It's word of mouth
They look at me like Ima legend
I'm burnin kush til my blunt is extinguished
She love it when I give her cunnilingus
She listen up Ima cunning linguist
I pray that money don't come in between us
Boobie Miles baby now I'm distinguished
Feel like I'm Nip I got keys to the city
I likem chill, intelligent, pretty
Her ass is vicious her pussy delicious
The way I keep her coming back to me
Something like a crack fiend or a boomerang
Long hair don't care at all
Got girls on me like I'm Pootie Tang
40 cal or the 9piece
Bro don't care cause he shoot the same
Sorry for the wait
I been moving weight
All day I got moves to make
I brought a fifth
She take a sip of that PA, tron
Askin too much I ain't into that leave me alone
I plead the fifth and I hate the COs
Marathon money I run the relay
Nothing to say cause they feelin my soul
She dont want me out running these streets
She want me at home and she want me alone
And I hit that ass wall to wall then on the floor
Gotcha all fours gotcha banging bangin on the headboard
Yea she like it make her beg for it
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Up in Chapel Hill
I am amazing to bitches
She turned around
Drop to her knees mid pivot
I put my key in her ignition
Dimple faced dick slinger
Provide the mic to bad singers
In consummation
I am the ringer
But provide no ring for her
Me or more of
My love gets poured on
The sheets or glove
More than likely
Quote unquote well
I don't know why
These niggas think they
Can flow just like me
Thats so off topic
But your so intoxicating
I just passed out
Memories fading
Remember when we...
Shhhhh
In the air bnb basement
I aint snitchin
Baby just sayin
Your pussy my favorite edible arrangement
Decoration I rearrange it
She know what Im rearranging
Ooo I like when
You make those faces
You say my name
So there's no mistaken
Take off your clothes
Baby no more waitin
Your milly sturdy
But that ass is shaking ah
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Gripping that steering wheel skirt skirt skirt
She twerk to Rihanna that work work work
I pop a blue like a smurf smurf smurf
I put that pussy in hurst she say it feel like her first time well
Whipping the whip with the wifi
Malibu Malibu Mai Thais
Blunts during brunch that's the high life
Bitch I'm the hero that's sky high
She got no power
Say you got courage but dog you a coward
She cop the sour, f*ck her for hours
She got that fire like Mario running through flowers
Aye, slick like the honey badge run it back
Honey smacks hunnit stacks
Contraband contraband
Halle berry bitches rolling honey berry dutches
I can't get enough of that
Dutch treats bust heat from the front seat
NY to NC Real Life 2G
No more hoopties
Movies, bootys, new heat
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
All around the world
I am a God to these bitches
It's word of mouth
They look at me like Ima legend
I'm burnin kush til my blunt is extinguished
She love it when I give her cunnilingus
She listen up Ima cunning linguist
I pray that money don't come in between us
Boobie Miles baby now I'm distinguished
Feel like I'm Nip I got keys to the city
I likem chill, intelligent, pretty
Her ass is vicious her pussy delicious
The way I keep her coming back to me
Something like a crack fiend or a boomerang
Long hair don't care at all
Got girls on me like I'm Pootie Tang
40 cal or the 9piece
Bro don't care cause he shoot the same
Sorry for the wait
I been moving weight
All day I got moves to make
I brought a fifth
She take a sip of that PA, tron
Askin too much I ain't into that leave me alone
I plead the fifth and I hate the COs
Marathon money I run the relay
Nothing to say cause they feelin my soul
She dont want me out running these streets
She want me at home and she want me alone
And I hit that ass wall to wall then on the floor
Gotcha all fours gotcha banging bangin on the headboard
Yea she like it make her beg for it
She say gimme that gimme that I need more of that, good
Good love good weed
Good food good health
Think she might get heart attack
Hit the g-spot now she coming back
And I know a lotta dudes want her bad
Put her on the team now he want her back
Ass so fat what's under that
Contraband contraband contraband
She say you bad for my soul
She say you bad for my soul
I need to leave it alone
Whippin' I'm back on the road
I gotta go
I got some habits that I can't let go of
Can I hit one more time
Then I go ghost
Writer: Alec Clayton, Matthew Martinez, Sam Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid