Contraband
I swear the way she lookin
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
Man she got my stress
Less
Less
Less
Bitch I love the sex
Yes
Yes
Yes
Her arms are my Patek
Got me feelin laxed
Derailed but I'm on track
She want me back in bed
All I know is I got no mo' hoes
I keep hearing voices
Like I'm Ottoknows
Man, I swear I ain't got time for this
I make time for this
My shots, I ain't ever miss yuh yuh
I swear the way she lookin
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
Hold on kill the switch
Cut off the fake bitch
They just money rich
They ain't got the niche tho
I just want you on me
Bitch I know want me
Trippin, I'm laced with lean
I swear no one intervene yuh yuh
I know she got problems
But I ain't good with math
If she hang with me
You gon say that she doin' Meth-a
Mornin come and you don't
See a little sign of rest
I'm on top of her
Like it's citizen's arrest
I swear the way she lookin
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
Man she got my stress
Less
Less
Less
Bitch I love the sex
Yes
Yes
Yes
Her arms are my Patek
Got me feelin laxed
Derailed but I'm on track
She want me back in bed
All I know is I got no mo' hoes
I keep hearing voices
Like I'm Ottoknows
Man, I swear I ain't got time for this
I make time for this
My shots, I ain't ever miss yuh yuh
I swear the way she lookin
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
Hold on kill the switch
Cut off the fake bitch
They just money rich
They ain't got the niche tho
I just want you on me
Bitch I know want me
Trippin, I'm laced with lean
I swear no one intervene yuh yuh
I know she got problems
But I ain't good with math
If she hang with me
You gon say that she doin' Meth-a
Mornin come and you don't
See a little sign of rest
I'm on top of her
Like it's citizen's arrest
I swear the way she lookin
That shit feel like contraband
I swear I'm on Apollo
Man, I feel like I'm her biggest fan
She be in her jammies
But she rock em like she got a band
I swear I'm on the edge yea
Parkour to the ledge yea
Credits
Writer(s): Viketoulie Metha
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