Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Control, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Tha Leak 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WORKING ON DYING
Song language: English
Control |
| Black Money Boys Deathrow, fuck nigga |
| I don’t know why these niggas tryna be like me |
| Bein' a nigga like me ain’t easy. |
| Shit hard, hard, real hard (Loko) |
| Yeah, big dog, yeah yeah |
| Me I like flexin', like flossin' |
| You too much concerned with the lies and the flodgin' |
| Lebanese bitch and she bossin' |
| Ain’t too picky, like 'em lightskin or darkskin |
| Hol' up stop the track |
| Gimme 15 minutes, 'bout to break her back |
| I came in for all the racks |
| They set this bitch up, we gon' send it right back |
| I get it all face, no mask |
| Since when you niggas tough? |
| Y’all make me laugh |
| I secured all the bags |
| Could never fit the fonk |
| Lightskin got a black |
| These niggas goin' out sad |
| You couldn’t call my bluff |
| You showed you where it’s at |
| I slide through and beez the trap |
| Beat-beat-beat, beat it up then spazz |
| Yea hold on give me 10 more minutes to beat her back in |
| I’m finna go Lizzo, show my ass 'fore the track end |
| I put it in the front end before I go get the back end |
| She said she wanna fuck in the Bentley she need subtraction |
| Whole pint of Tris, I just spiked it with acid |
| Bet she gon' suck on that dick 'til it’s flaccid |
| She pulled up and got split in half like a fraction |
| I’m Mr. 0-to-100, I’m |
| 430 Deathless, make her do magic |
| No Hunger Games we all eat in my faction |
| I bust all the bells down, FN made of plastic |
| Your bitch at my house waitin' right now I had it (Yeah) |
| I feel ecstasy enter me |
| Walk 'round the house and I speak to the entities |
| Promethazine codeine so plush call it Trisamine |
| Came to the Bird house for lunch, ate her like sesame |
| Fee-fi-fo attack |
| Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back |
| Pour into my soda, black |
| Count it all up control the racks |
| Nigga can’t hold me back |
| Count it all up, control the racks |
| Nigga can’t hold me back |
| Count it all up, control the racks |
| Yeah nigga bantam weight, Rousey |
| How the fuck you doubt me? |
| I’m takin' off her blousey |
| Next come the trouseys |
| Own all my maters, bitch Steve Stoute |
| I ain’t with all the banter |
| Get the fuck from 'round me |
| Teardrops fallin' right from ya momma eyes |
| These niggas cat but don’t got 9 lives |
| Pew, pew, pew, 1 shot make 'em cry |
| Teardrop Gang, to you, from I |
| Ay-ay-ay-ay, |
| Next to the Phantom, while I play piano |
| Your album was ass, Anthony Fantano |
| Couldn’t hold a candle, on wax like this mantle |
| I’m way in the islands, took yo bitch to Sandles |
| Fucked her like a mermaid, turned into Atlantis |
| Fee-fi-fo attack |
| Can’t no fuck nigga hold me back |
| Pour into my soda, black |
| Count it all up control the racks |
| Nigga can’t hold me back |
| Count it all up, control the racks |
| Nigga can’t hold me back |
| Count it all up, control the racks |