Текст песни Night Lovell - Contraband

[Chorus:] What– What– What's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. Tell me what's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. She hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see. Hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see. [Verse 1:] Now I got hoes I got twenty thousand freaks, yeah! Makin' white bitches get rosey in they cheeks, yeah! I got problems with this condo on the beach, yeah! Can't ruin my shit, I put these bitches on a leash, yeah! Don't bring no niggas when you step into mi casa, I got two separate rooms for Sammi and for Lanna, Stupid niggas always watchin' from the corner, I be so bad to let them think for much longer That I'm always on the move for the cheese, Talkin' like you wanna be my friend, bitch, please! I seen this shit many fuckin' times, You stayin' for the top, You such a fuckin' bitch, you never throw a fuckin' dime, yeah! Lost up in the mess with all these people and they overlay, I can't take this shit, I only seem to fuckin' complicate. [Bridge:] Fuck all the molly! Know my niggas, they got me. I just count up this cash, And buy myself a Bugatti, done talkin'. [Chorus:] What's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. Tell me what's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. She hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see. Hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see. [Verse 2:] In San Diego, I count up some pesos, Be with some nice bitches, And all of them deep throat. Fuck am I talkin' for? I flex till I'm ninety-four, Been through a lot of shit, so the fuck you gon' try me for? I catch a body, though, I'll take your Audi, though, Don't understand the move, and you talkin' like, “Why'd he go?” Talkin' so damn much, but this ain't no papisho, I press the damn clutch, and load up the shotty, though. Don't think you shot me, though, Don't think you got me, I got the world in a party, I fuck your bitch as a hobby, I don't think nobody saw me When I was down in the lobby Lookin' for things that would take me straight from this place, and I'm sorry That I told you I'm sorry, I be tellin' these lies, From the core of my body My thoughts flow like Dasani. [Bridge:] Can't keep stressin' over shit I can't change, Bitch, I'm fucked in all ways, and I just came to say That I'm done. [Chorus:] What's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. Tell me what's your name? Don't you play this game! You from another land, Got you like this contraband. She hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see. Hit me up like, “What you need?” I got houses in the trees, I got shit you never think that people ever really see, yeah!
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