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contraband - judaah lyrics

intro:
ahahahaha, king’s awaken let’s get this sh*t

verse one:
aye young
k!lled ya threw ya body in the bayou
for the right price them n*ggas may buy you
said you was a blood, oh you mean piru?
acting like a b*tch should call you miyu
she got a big ass peach call her nunu
dont get stunned cause my gun may peek at chu
electrify that ass mon like pikachu
i tip my hat off to ya, how do ya do?
you wanna reach me above the mountains
look at chu, i do the do b*tches pressed now they wanna sew
she said my so flow so sick, then she caught the flu
i like my b*tches in threes but i’ll take two

hook:
contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
h*lla bands, h*lla bands, watch ya f*cking hands
designer brands we so grand it’s a dreamland
a crownland ya they follow my commands

verse two:
i bought her a louis she nicknamed lou lou
nick named em a son and gucci did too
i ont blame em n*ggas always acting brand new
will i have to shame em and knock em off their pedastle
you don’t wanna miss it it’ll be a fire spectacle
aww he think he winning my n*gga you’re so breakable
i’ll only say it once hoe i don’t take no bull
they looking up to me i’m just that n0ble
i’m international, versatile you stay local
center of attention b*tch yup i’m your focal
point you a pig oink oink, now she tryna f*ck on me
her friends screaming boink boink
listen i’m having some fun here
you gotta have a crown just to sit in my chair
all this ice on me you can call me gerry sier
then i stopped at the moon cause i had a light year
hook:
contraband, contraband, yeah we got contraband
h*lla bands, h*lla bands, watch ya f*cking hands
designer brands we so grand it’s a dreamland
a crownland ya they follow my commands

verse three:
she said my d*ck on benji cause it stay one hunnit
every time i climax i say we hit the f*cking summit
now she running round talking bullsh*t through the town
tell that man with the crown to run it like chris brown
everyone that i surround got they sh*t down pound
money bags by the pound yeah a n*gga doing rounds
freaky deeky s*x now i got the b*tch all bound
after that we rest and smoke good trees in the lounge
i ont even gotta talk and i ont gotta be loud
my silence k!lls, weed whispers to the clouds
you tryna talk to me, i’m too high to be reached
better listen to ya pastor go practice watchu preach b*tch

outro:
ahahahahaha aww sh*t, king’s awaken
i was on my lil slumber mode now i’m back to k!lling y’all n*ggas like
hmph, ya dig?

- judaah lyrics

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