| Black Money Boys Deathrow, fuck nigga
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| I don’t know why these niggas tryna be like me
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| Bein' a nigga like me ain’t easy. |
| Shit hard, hard, real hard (Loko)
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| Yeah, big dog, yeah yeah
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| Me I like flexin', like flossin'
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| You too much concerned with the lies and the flodgin'
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| Lebanese bitch and she bossin'
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| Ain’t too picky, like 'em lightskin or darkskin
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| Hol' up stop the track
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| Gimme 15 minutes, 'bout to break her back
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| I came in for all the racks
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| They set this bitch up, we gon' send it right back
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| I get it all face, no mask
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| Since when you niggas tough? |
| Y’all make me laugh
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| I secured all the bags
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| Could never fit the fonk
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| Lightskin got a black
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| These niggas goin' out sad
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| You couldn’t call my bluff
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| You showed you where it’s at
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| I slide through and beez the trap
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| Beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz
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| Yea hold on give me 10 more minutes to beat her back in
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| I’m finna go Lizzo, show my ass 'fore the track end
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| I put it in the front end before I go get the back end
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| She said she wanna fuck in the Bentley she need subtraction
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| Whole pint of Tris, I just spiked it with acid
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| Bet she gon' suck on that dick 'til it’s flaccid
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| She pulled up and got split in half like a fraction
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| I’m Mr. 0-to-100, I’m
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| 430 Deathless, make her do magic
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| No Hunger Games we all eat in my faction
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| I bust all the bells down, FN made of plastic
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| Your bitch at my house waitin' right now I had it (Yeah)
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| I feel ecstasy enter me
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| Walk 'round the house and I speak to the entities
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| Promethazine codeine so plush call it Trisamine
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| Came to the Bird house for lunch, ate her like sesame
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| Fee-fi-fo attack
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| Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back
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| Pour into my soda, black
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| Count it all up control the racks
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| Nigga can’t hold me back
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| Count it all up, control the racks
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| Nigga can’t hold me back
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| Count it all up, control the racks
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| Yeah nigga bantam weight, Rousey
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| How the fuck you doubt me?
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| I’m takin' off her blousey
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| Next come the trouseys
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| Own all my maters, bitch Steve Stoute
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| I ain’t with all the banter
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| Get the fuck from 'round me
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| Teardrops fallin' right from ya momma eyes
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| These niggas cat but don’t got 9 lives
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| Pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make 'em cry
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| Teardrop Gang, to you, from I
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay,
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| Next to the Phantom, while I play piano
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| Your album was ass, Anthony Fantano
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| Couldn’t hold a candle, on wax like this mantle
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| I’m way in the islands, took yo bitch to Sandles
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| Fucked her like a mermaid, turned into Atlantis
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| Fee-fi-fo attack
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| Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back
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| Pour into my soda, black
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| Count it all up control the racks
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| Nigga can’t hold me back
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| Count it all up, control the racks
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| Nigga can’t hold me back
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| Count it all up, control the racks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Control , by - Robb Bank$. Song from the album Tha Leak 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп