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luke rage – contraband lyrics

[intro]
polo boy, oh my god!

[verse 1: luke rage]
this blunt makin’ my throat scratchy
i ain’t ever livin’ in calabasas
somebody said that i’m ratchet for it
gifted a stainless f+ckin’ hatchet for ’em
suck my b+lls, b+tch, f+ck the pauls, b+tch
f+ck zimmerman, f+ck the law, b+tch
f+ck the fake and the hate, only do it if it’s great
i would k!ll for my family, only the real can relate
i don’t do dinner dates, i just put d+ck on a face
when i show up late, i’m still greeted with praise
me and the gang guzzle gas, sh+t got me in a haze
the way i act out in public got these oldheads in a daze, yeah (daze)

[chorus: luke rage]
poppin’ contraband, this girl doin’ handstands
might become the plug because i wanna skip the middleman
when i get to money, feed the hungry, call me dinner man
fridays, jumpin’ on the table, call that dinner dance
[verse 2: jung lov]
i came out the womb with my middle fingers up
mama never pictured me vomitin’ from the drugs
hate to disappoint, but i’m already not enough
luke is right beside me when i’m coughin’ up my lungs
i might vibe out this section
jump up on the table and she dancin’, no objections
pull up to party, rollin’ molly, and i’m flexin’
she doin’ handstands just to get up in my mentions
okay, i have to admit, i apply the pressure
my presence is infectious, i’m cuttin’ up like it’s wet work
came up smokin’ gas in a garage while bumpin’ sweatshirt
now we rackin’ lines in every function, givin’ bad impressions

- luke rage lyrics

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