| Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
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| Searching for a freak that’s kink and bound to let me tweak her
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| Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
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| M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school
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| Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food
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| Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters
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| For them haters, out here starvin', motherfucker I could feed ya
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| With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain
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| Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer
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| It look good don’t it? |
| Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue
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| Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote
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| Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down
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| Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground
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| One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'
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| Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds
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| While I’m
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| I got on my tongue, I talk slick
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| Catch a chick without using my hands, master
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| Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT
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| Woofers in the back, tweeters in my
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| Push button secret stash box for my yammer
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| Yammer me, yes a pistol, a hammer
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| Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air
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| That’s that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere
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| Mind control, get in the female’s head like a Tylenol
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| yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll
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| Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves
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| In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims
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| On a mission, just me and Vincent
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| Your bitch might just come up missin' like a
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| Known to talk that player shit mama, that’s just how I do
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| My old school look powder blue
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| We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'
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| Sat down, ordered the clam chowder
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| I had the lobster bisque
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| I’m what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is
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| Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke
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| Take your panties off, you don’t need those
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| Real niggas stay stuck to the G code
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| Never cheat, never off my feet
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| Never let these niggas see your weakness
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| If I eat then my niggas eat
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| Hit the weed then we hit the sheets
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| That be our little secret
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| Round and round we go
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| Unlock and unload
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| Our remote control
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| Her mind, her mind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind Control , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Song from the album Cadillactica, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп