Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contraband, artist - Somo. Album song My Life III, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 10.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Somo
Song language: English
Contraband |
| Put you in action |
| This ain’t uh |
| For satisfaction, no, no, no |
| I am not a actor, oh no no |
| And you are not a actress |
| So don’t you go, pretend that you love me |
| Don’t pretend that you don’t want it all |
| I want it wholly |
| All I wanna, hold you down for love |
| I hold it holy |
| Hold ya down for life |
| I wanna hold you like a rolly |
| Round and round, we twist the sounds |
| Gotta keep this thing between us, we can’t creep too loud |
| Said your mom named Billie Jean, well let her teach you how |
| If I pull up in my Jeep truck, I’m comin' to beat shit down |
| I’m fiendin' like a survivor |
| Spark in my heart like a lighter |
| Squeeze me, we could be tighter |
| Promise I won’t get tired, I’m wired for you |
| You’re a bad girl, but I like it |
| Came off time, but I swear you’re timeless |
| On fire, I like her |
| I like the way she walks, on fire |
| I like the way she talks |
| I like her |
| I like the way she walks, on fire |
| I like the rhythm of her boat |
| Damn, she’s so bold |
| She drippin' with the flow and everybody knows |
| Walkin' through the door, is it me you’re lookin' for? |
| I bet I want you more, come and take a tour |
| Gotta keep this thing between us, we can’t creep too loud |
| Said your mom named Billie Jean, well let her teach you how |
| If I pull up in my Jeep truck, I’m comin' to beat shit down |
| I’m fiendin' like a survivor |
| Spark in my heart like a lighter |
| Squeeze me we could be tighter |
| Promise I won’t get tired, I’m wired for you |
| You’re a bad girl, but I like it |
| Came off time, but I swear you’re timeless |
| On fire, I like her |
| I like the way she walks, on fire |
| I like the way she talks |
| I like her |
| I like the way she walks, on fire |
| We used to dance |
| You held my hand |
| You would tell me all the time |
| Wave your flag, just surrender |
| And I would throw it on the line |
| Get you wet, spread your legs |
| Let your knees just drop the dime |
| Contraband, contraband |
| Baby, throw it on the line |
| This ain’t nothin' I don’t know |
| This ain’t nothin' I ain’t done before |
| I put soul in every stroke |
| Can you admit that you still needed me? |
| With my tongue all down your throat |
| Can I lick that place, love the the way you taste |
| Are you teaching me, or are you teasing me? |
| Spark in my heart like a lighter |
| Squeeze me we could be tighter |
| Promise I won’t get tired, I’m wired for you |
| You’re a bad girl, but I like it |
| Came off time, but I swear you’re timeless |
| Say that you’re a rider |
| Girl, it ain’t a trial |
| Everybody knows it, now you gotta try it |
| Say you wanna start it |
| Say you want a fire |
| Say you wanna love me |
| Don’t you be a liar |