Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crowd Control , by - Papoose. Release date: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crowd Control |
| Oh you think you a demon? |
| Satan sent me |
| Blaze a fifty cap plain and simply |
| Infrared dots pause they have em' hickeys |
| In the Mozzy though De Blasio |
| I changed the city |
| Timberland gave me so much heat they think its Missy |
| I don’t clown with trolls |
| Got crowd control my name Liddy |
| I say Papoose Papoose |
| They say it with me, uh |
| Crazy creatures and easy Jesus I’m staying pissy |
| You’re a clown to cheer |
| The gun sit back when that thing is empty |
| They don’t want me to shine spit the ugliest lines |
| I was the king of New York |
| Now the whole country is mine |
| Knowledge is food for thought I just crunch it and grind |
| With the teeth of my brain I got the hungriest mind |
| First they said I was finished then I flood it with rhymes |
| Now they say he got better damn this must be his prime |
| You can’t kill Papoose man that brotha’s divine |
| Because I was born dead they should have brought me a shrine |
| Hating me is your choice if you love me its fine |
| But you owe me respect and I’m coming for mine |
| They said I don’t support em' |
| But that’s funny though Slime |
| Support goes both ways |
| You never brung be a dime |
| Gun in my pants I’ll be tool tucking |
| These tough talking niggas talk a good one but they ain’t gon' do nothing |
| You acting like you want to prove something |
| When I got it on me I never hesitated to boom something |
| You scared to walk alone well you bugging |
| You don’t never want to go to the club unless your goons coming |
| We choke niggas coming through frontin' |
| I put more niggas in a yoke than eggs I keep a few dozen |
| I grew up in the Brooklyn zoo hustling |
| I’m a fire breathing dragon for real straight out the truth dungeon |
| My lady love me I’m a cool husband |
| We rent the whole damn hotel what when we in the room fuckin' |
| Talk tough catch em' in traffic make them guys crash |
| On your block toast in the air that’s a wine glass |
| Told my shooters you seem the niggas? |
| Let the nine blast |
| Gave em' the gun without looking I threw a blind pass |
| Execs gon' sign nice niggas rather sign trash |
| Break both his arms fuck it he got a signed cast |
| Put you behind so many bars when my mind spazz |
| You gon' have to do exercise to make the time pass |
| City hate you now I promise they love you later |
| Should have worked in the stock market |
| You always was a traitor |
| Deny what you said about me I knew you was a faker |
| Cause man you would have never denied it if you was a gangster |