Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crowd Control, artist - Papoose.
Date of issue: 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 |