Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under Control, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song The Ugly EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Under Control |
| These niggas on lock but we got that |
| Dope by my side, yeah I got that |
| Straight to the top, can’t stop that |
| Dope D.O.D. |
| got it under control |
| Bitch on my cock, yeah I got that |
| Pussy nonstop, yo we got that |
| My niggas on the block won’t cop back |
| Dope D.O.D. |
| got it under control |
| Yeah I got that, tongue like a gun, let me cock back |
| Fillin' that drum, let me drop that |
| Even y’all bitches gon' cop that |
| Nigga I’m deep like Loch Ness |
| Gimmie that mic, let me rock’s it |
| Rocky Balboa get popped quick |
| Knocked in the coma for cockiness |
| I’m in my zone gettin' my cock a lick and I’m toxic |
| I’mma blow your mind and fucking face away |
| I’m on that paper chasin', we don’t play today |
| On that 808 I’m gonna make you fade away |
| And nigga day by day we gettin' more specific |
| More hardcore, we don’t know where the limit |
| No shit’s given, now you know how livin' |
| I’m in the studio when my niggas kill it |
| Yeah and you ain’t get no slice |
| No advice on how to get this nice |
| Double up the price, nigga check this |
| Let me take a last look in my check list |
| That motherfucking gift, I got that |
| And my cock black, nigga stop that |
| I’m tryna' live it to the motherfuckin' max |
| With these motherfuckin' tracks on my stack |
| I got that |
| The base is poudin' ground again |
| Tryna' get my ass across town again |
| Needle in the haystack, found the pen |
| Baby got back with the carmel skin |
| Cards on deck, far from fetched |
| Goin' all in when my arms go flex |
| Arnold press, bars I stretched |
| Looking like there no marlboros left |
| You might catch me dreamin' of private jets and marble floors |
| But when I wake up screamin' it’s empty biz and dirty drawers |
| This is a day in the life of a Skits |
| My wifey is and I pack a nice Swizz |
| I know they’ll be cheesin' like I did the cut |
| And sold that’s the reason that I’m never bluffin' |
| Guess what? |
| I don’t owe you |
| And better yet — I don’t know you |
| Why should I explain when you hate on a thing |
| This ain’t for local |
| So bitches is strippin' to tease |
| I’m tellin' you this is a breeze |
| Ain’t no Khalifa but when I puff reefer |
| Believe me I did it was sleaze |
| You can’t never harm me — stay calm G |
| Listen close to the sound of this doggy |
| D.O.D. |
| army AKA still foggy |
| Got it on lock, it’s a private party |
| Rollin' shotty, on to the next one |
| I ain’t sharin', you won’t get none |
| Invaders die in my section |
| Yo we got this, now we bless 'em |
| Get through session, we stay wreckin' |
| Crawl in my face but I still ain’t checkin' |
| You’re not relevant, won’t get mention |
| You’re not feelin' it, AM sencin' |
| I’ll keep doing this, no half steppin' |
| Words the bullets, mic’s the weapon |
| Rappers in the great depression |
| I’m just here to teach them lessons |