And here I am
Coming in the game like I'm contraband
They all wanna hear me, I'm on high demand
If a bitch wanna cum then I'm the man (Yeah)
If a man want smoke he could catch these hands
If a bro need work he could flip a brick
Or maybe flip some burgers who gives a shit
I ain't done no murder but I hit them licks
I ain't got no girl but I been in that bitch
Switch up the flow like I switched on the hoe
Hit from the back then I hit from the throat
I got so much pride man I think I'm the goat
Every other night I be feeling so alone
Money is the motive but I know it's not the goal
I ain't tryna f*ck round giving up my soul
Red lies in the veins of us all
Only he knows when the kingdom will fall
You can't stop this
Just like your girl going topless
I'm the hot topic
Jumping in the moshpit
Hitting up the tropics
I am not iconic
I just need somebody to validate my subconscious
I feel like I'm in a f*cking gauntlet
Haunted, Demons tryna give me what I wanted
This why I don't f*ck with anybody unless they close to me
I ain't tryna f*ck but bitches always keep on holding me
You know that I'm never gon chase, I let them go to me
I ain't tryna flex but I know where I'm supposed to be
Rappers think they hot but they end up being cold to me
I'm saying all these words and I'm turning it to poetry
Verse after verse cause the thoughts just go to me
You get strapped in the hearse then get trapped in the dirt
I'm a ghost in the game, no track record
She ain't no saint
She no plain jane
Itty bitty thing
Asking for a wedding ring
I ain't tryna cuff so I hopped on a plane
I'm not gonna lie I've never been the same
Never been the same so the game gon change
Never been the same so the game gon change
I ain't tryna lie
If a man gon snake, then a man gon die
F*ck it, drive by, we gon shoot him in the eye
Then set him on fire
How you know if your bros gon ride
She likes it from behind
She a freak So I put her on the side
If I ain't like what you saying you get fried
Rip to my cuz grandma died
She a saint now she on the other side
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Who's slime (Slatt)
Who's slime (Yeah)
Who's slime
Ian the Rapper - I'm Contraband Lyrics
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And here I am
Coming in the game like I'm contraband
They all wanna hear me, I'm on high demand
If a bitch wanna cum then I'm the man (Yeah)
If a man want smoke he could catch these hands
If a bro need work he could flip a brick
Or maybe flip some burgers who gives a shit
I ain't done no murder but I hit them licks
I ain't got no girl but I been in that bitch
Switch up the flow like I switched on the hoe
Hit from the back then I hit from the throat
I got so much pride man I think I'm the goat
Every other night I be feeling so alone
Money is the motive but I know it's not the goal
I ain't tryna f*ck round giving up my soul
Red lies in the veins of us all
Only he knows when the kingdom will fall
You can't stop this
Just like your girl going topless
I'm the hot topic
Jumping in the moshpit
Hitting up the tropics
I am not iconic
I just need somebody to validate my subconscious
I feel like I'm in a f*cking gauntlet
Haunted, Demons tryna give me what I wanted
This why I don't f*ck with anybody unless they close to me
I ain't tryna f*ck but bitches always keep on holding me
You know that I'm never gon chase, I let them go to me
I ain't tryna flex but I know where I'm supposed to be
Rappers think they hot but they end up being cold to me
I'm saying all these words and I'm turning it to poetry
Verse after verse cause the thoughts just go to me
You get strapped in the hearse then get trapped in the dirt
I'm a ghost in the game, no track record
She ain't no saint
She no plain jane
Itty bitty thing
Asking for a wedding ring
I ain't tryna cuff so I hopped on a plane
I'm not gonna lie I've never been the same
Never been the same so the game gon change
Never been the same so the game gon change
I ain't tryna lie
If a man gon snake, then a man gon die
F*ck it, drive by, we gon shoot him in the eye
Then set him on fire
How you know if your bros gon ride
She likes it from behind
She a freak So I put her on the side
If I ain't like what you saying you get fried
Rip to my cuz grandma died
She a saint now she on the other side
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Who's slime (Slatt)
Who's slime (Yeah)
Who's slime
Coming in the game like I'm contraband
They all wanna hear me, I'm on high demand
If a bitch wanna cum then I'm the man (Yeah)
If a man want smoke he could catch these hands
If a bro need work he could flip a brick
Or maybe flip some burgers who gives a shit
I ain't done no murder but I hit them licks
I ain't got no girl but I been in that bitch
Switch up the flow like I switched on the hoe
Hit from the back then I hit from the throat
I got so much pride man I think I'm the goat
Every other night I be feeling so alone
Money is the motive but I know it's not the goal
I ain't tryna f*ck round giving up my soul
Red lies in the veins of us all
Only he knows when the kingdom will fall
You can't stop this
Just like your girl going topless
I'm the hot topic
Jumping in the moshpit
Hitting up the tropics
I am not iconic
I just need somebody to validate my subconscious
I feel like I'm in a f*cking gauntlet
Haunted, Demons tryna give me what I wanted
This why I don't f*ck with anybody unless they close to me
I ain't tryna f*ck but bitches always keep on holding me
You know that I'm never gon chase, I let them go to me
I ain't tryna flex but I know where I'm supposed to be
Rappers think they hot but they end up being cold to me
I'm saying all these words and I'm turning it to poetry
Verse after verse cause the thoughts just go to me
You get strapped in the hearse then get trapped in the dirt
I'm a ghost in the game, no track record
She ain't no saint
She no plain jane
Itty bitty thing
Asking for a wedding ring
I ain't tryna cuff so I hopped on a plane
I'm not gonna lie I've never been the same
Never been the same so the game gon change
Never been the same so the game gon change
I ain't tryna lie
If a man gon snake, then a man gon die
F*ck it, drive by, we gon shoot him in the eye
Then set him on fire
How you know if your bros gon ride
She likes it from behind
She a freak So I put her on the side
If I ain't like what you saying you get fried
Rip to my cuz grandma died
She a saint now she on the other side
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Yeah I'mma make 6 digits this year
Yeah I'mma do it for the slime on god
Who's slime (Slatt)
Who's slime (Yeah)
Who's slime
Writer: Adrian Atienza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid