| Hello?
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| What’s up?
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| I’m in the studio
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| No, hell no
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| No I don’t got nothing
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| I’ma call you back, man
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| I’ma call you back, I’ma call you back when I leave the studio
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| Alright, I’ma call you back
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| She want shopping sprees
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| Oh, she want designer jeans
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| Oh, she want a wedding ring
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| Oh, she bringing anything
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| She give me anything
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| She want control of me
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| Oh, she want a hold on me
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| Oh, she want my soul from me
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| She tryna fuck my mind, but I don’t have no time
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| She a scorpio
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| Oh, she like the devil though
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| Oh, but I can’t let her go
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| She used to be my homie though
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| Now act like she don’t know me though
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| And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her
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| I’m doing shows, but I’m still calling and still texting her
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| She fuck with me 'cause I stay real, no I don’t flex to her
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| In states with different hoes but she couldn’t tell when I laid next to her
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| But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up
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| He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her
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| A lil' down bitch, he think she a rider
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| But she think he a provider
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| Keep her dipped in designer
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| Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup
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| Let her have the keys if you drive something
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| She don’t let him fuck if he ain’t buy her nothing
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| I’m MOB and I let God be my witness
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| Feds snatched her, she told everything, don’t let 'em know your business
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| These bitches
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| She want shopping sprees
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| Oh, she want designer jeans
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| Oh, she want a wedding ring
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| Oh, she bringing anything
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| She give me anything
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| She want control of me
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| Oh, she want a hold on me
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| Oh, she want my soul from me
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| She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time
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| Say she ain’t never going back to not having shit
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| She say she ain’t gave a nigga her heart who ain’t damage it
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| She say she can’t stand niggas, she say we so scandalous
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| She say she can’t fall in love, her heart like a mannequin
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| This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking
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| Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about
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| She just want a new car, she want a new bag
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| She don’t fuck with last season, she want that new swag
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| She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash
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| Dex put her on Balmain, ain’t even buy his ass a du-rag
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| When that paper dried up, that’s when she moved back
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| These bitches ain’t shit dog, I already knew that
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| She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes
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| She just want control in your mind, in your soul
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| In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes
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| That’s a double wrong, what you focused on?
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| She want shopping sprees
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| Oh, she want designer jeans
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| Oh, she want a wedding ring
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| Oh, she bringing anything
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| She give me anything
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| She want control of me
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| Oh, she want a hold on me
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| Oh, she want my soul from me
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| She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Control , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Strictly 4 My Fans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп