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letra de lost control - austin skinner

[verse 1: austin skinner]
i done lost control (yeah)
i done lost control
she want me, but i can’t let it go
i woke up, i get some bands
what a day, we on a roll
i done fell in love with codeine
must be why i move so slow
my b-tch geeked up off the beam
she don’t even see no more
need my check like nike
these hoes pens, they sign me
got yo’ b-tch beside me
tryna be just like me

[verse 2: 30rock]
she look at me like ice cream
she want chanel and fine things
i can’t leave the crib without a beam
i got some wok, i need a cream
and i got so godd-mn high, i brought my body up to the stars
and i took a perky with yo’ b-tch and i’m gon’ take her to mars
we go so fast, we don’t have any need or room for a car
me and my n-ggas rich as h-ll, we just might buy out the bar
and i’m h-a-r-d, hard, boy you don’t want no war with my squad
he pull up talking’ all that hot sh-t, we put bombs in his car
and we came from nothing, but we worked so godd-mn hard
we be stars
bullet tints be blue, flip his car
? scar
[verse 3: bigbabygucci]
(ayy)
i swear. these n-ggas be too broke, i’m not yo’ enemy
i’m quick to pull up, let the choppa sing like ?
i told that b-tch, don’t ask for sh-t when i’m at tiffany’s
these lil n-ggas broke, they sh-t be floating like a f-ckin’ meme
i bought it off the lot, i’m off a two
my b-tch has to be super-sized
i spend 20k, that’s light
know i’ma ball on these n-ggas like mike
n-ggas keep crying, had to raise my price
in love with your b-tch, keep her face like skype
can’t stay with the b-tch ’cause she not my type
i’m pourin’ all the time
i can’t let a hoe inside my mind
you f-ck with the gang, you cross a line
get up on the d-ck, i told her “climb”
ayy, might go spend 10k just with my slimes
i been gettin’ all this cash, i swear i never need you
all these hoes be made of lace, i swear to god they see-through
take a look inside my pockets, swear that sh-t the deep, blue
hunnid’ clips, them bullets eat you
i’m the sh-t, you smell this sh-t too
too much money honestly
perky turned to fighting me
boy, i’ll shoot you if you eyein’ me
no calling’ my phone, you ain’t buying me

- austin skinner

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