Lyrics:
nervous that I'd stare at the ground.
And then one day in photography,
I found a contact print that I could not believe,
and there she was staring back
at the ground
And then one day in photography
I found a contact print that I could not believe
And there she was staring back at me
So I took her home so
scream my ringtone
Fuck the contacts in yo' contacts
The fine print in yo' contract
The forty-caliber compact
Skin a pussycat on contact
This isn't
didn't know
Didn't fold
Just lost a few contacts
Lotta fine print
Hidden in the contracts
Lotta rooms smoked out wherever I'm at
He called it boom
He said
just wanna hold up my end
No contract no pen, but my baby finer than the print
No contact from them, ima leave them on read again
I remember when me
sign a contract
Cause you won't see the fine print, better find your contacts
Otherwise you gettin fucked, hope y'all practice safe sex
Talking wearing
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
We stand tall, proceed to bring to ya raw
Read the fine print
The fine print
Uh
Ill
(Mooo!)(Yo! Uh!)
Four udders stand tall on them Titties bitch
Pink print, cow print on that booty bitch
Coming through Miltank in this city bitch
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast
And another thing they love
Is a certain photograph
You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek,
Seen lil mama walk her ass into class
We ain't talk the first day, (but) made that eye contact
I'm thinking throwing third base wait time on that
She
Gawd enuh
From dem diss me dem get send home
Mek yuh mudda wish that she son was a clone
When when when
When bullet contact him like
Cordless
We lock
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast
And another thing they love
Is a certain photograph
You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek,
on contact
Just don't get too touchy
Black tobacco puffin'
Back to back I'm bussin'
iPhone on me buzzing
Side chick keep on fussing
She just wanna fuck
You
baby I Rockwilder
Fake Coogi, socks with the art print
She likes that I'm a rapper
I like that she's an artist
Fragmented words but never broke a promise
from the contacts
And I hit that wood nigga fuck a contact
If you wanna sign me better send a contract
Cause I ain’t signing shit
Till I see the print
on these miss-prints
Slipped off the tee
Almost broke my bones
Ripped off an ace
Like I'm Kevin jones (in the bucket)
Wearing all these chains out that I'm
Roll the dice, then you spin the ball
Peppermint I got from Robert Ross
Man, it's hard as fuck to be a boss
Leopard print, but I don't know the cost
Contact the space behind
Nothing left to the grind
Lost in a place remind
I can't believe that
You can't tell me you love me
Taking a breath and sigh
still be adopted even though you a sibling
I'ma paint a vivid picture for all the children
It's about time that we change how we livin', I get my prints
searching in the night
When my dreams come alive
Making contact, E.T. in my content
Chewing up MC's like an eating contest
See in HD, fine print in
Diet cola
Tiger print
Marylin Monroe
Snot-rocket
Christianity
Bausch & Lomb
Aaron Spelling
Ball of yarn
L-o-v-e
Bare-handed Kevin Mitchell
Kitchen TV
i ain't tryna get that apprehend
Beats me
But i'm always getting side tracked
(Yeah)
And i don't do the eye contact
Getting by on the low
So it's
straight up out Gym
Two phones, 3 number but I ain't saving no contacts
Posted up I go all Shaq, but I Shoot like i need a contract
My homie said the shit
invite catastrophe
I'm enchanted by your offer
I would love to
I have contacts
Up and down
The north atlantic
I remind you
Of my father
That's his
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