Contra Lyrics - Singles - Danny Brown

From the hood where them niggas pack fullys 

Turn an ounce of reg to a cutty 

Count money with a 10 deep flannel on 

SB's lookin' like they been painted on 

Jeans fittin' like they was made for me 

Your pants lookin' like, they was hand-me-downs from your Daddy 

Get at me, my fit worth a stacky 

I'm in a caddy getting head in the back seat 

Rubbin' on her yakki 

Then it start rainin', when I start cummin' 

So now I'm brainstorming, on how I'm gon' run it 

And ya'll like fags, pussy you don't want it 

Gosh darn it, got heat like furnace, and I raise it like thermostat 

Rollin' that Thundercat kush look like Panthro 

Heard you grab your ankles, take it in your manhole 

That's so disgusting, I think I just threw up in my mouth 

Can somebody pass me a towel? 

A wetnap or something? Nigga is you frontin'? 

I beat you in your face, now your head like a pumpkin 

Jack-O-Lantern, I'm Danny Tanner 

Watchin' that white girl, you a dry jheri curl 

You worthless piece of shit 

Your baby mama begged me to suck my dick 

And I ain't gon' let her, she look like Predator 

You a gay boy like David Archuleta 

Contra, where niggas pierce armor 

It's two niggas, two guns, blowin' out your conscience 

You see them chrome fourty-fours, in this bitch with thirty men 

Ya'll niggas know the code like... 

Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A B A Select Start 

Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A B A Select Start 

Yo, when I write ya'll, I blackout like nightfall 

I'm never shitted on like that blight stall, that's quite small 

You wouldn't like me when I get gutter, it's the legit cutter 

And you ain't sharp enough to split butter 

I stack riches, throwin' niggas in black ditches 

You wack bitches, while you mixed up like when the track switches 

Hand on my nuts like my sac itches 

Lookin' like The Mack, hitting 'lac switches 

Hiding guns in my Abercrombie 

With a dime piece, gettin' more brain than a zombie 

Times 3, Ladies Love Cool J 

I need a bitch with more class than a school day 

I heard a fool say I wasn't in his top 3 

Stepped off with a broke arm and a popped knee 

See me & Brown is no regular team 

We make the whole planet flip like Omega Supreme 

Yeah, make 'em hype, yo I murder with this tight flow 

You a typo, plus you suck like lypo 

I keep bodies hid, fuck a John Gotti bid 

Talk money, then we can chop it up like the Karate Kid 

But don't think I won't clap and merk 'em 

Infrared, beam 'em up, I will Captain Kirk 'em 

And turn 'em to a brainless dodo 

And break 'em both, legs one and two, like when Kane was solo 

I'm snatchin' up his chains and Polo, the flow's fitted 

To pose with it in the strangest photo 

I'm bumpin' blue genie, if your stacks is too teeny 

First you see me, and then you don't like I'm Houdini 

Nigga 

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