letra de lose control - c stunna
[intro: c stunna]
yeah
yeah, yeah
(ayo, flame, how you made this one, man?)
btm sh-t, n-gga, yeah
uh, ayy
[chorus: c stunna]
ridin’ with some sh-t, i let it bust, i might just lose control
brand-new supreme ‘fit, color somethin’ you put up your nose
stunna heavy yammin’, but i can take you where they get it sold
ayy, ridin’ through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
used to gettin’ sh-t up out the mud, so i don’t want for sh-t
call my main thing “baby girl” and all my hoes “b-tch”
got this baddie geeked up off the ‘yac just like she lil crix
better arch it right or get from ’round with all that movin’ stiff, uh
[verse 1: c stunna]
you would second guess to pay what i be spendin’ on a tee
ain’t no limit to this trickin’, you could say i’m master p
all this stuntin’, gеttin’ fly as f-ck, i do that casually
oh, you think that this a game? i swing the stick like playin’ wii
i ain’t worriеd ’bout no broke ho, ain’t nothin’ to get you built
last week, i fl!cked up with a hundred like my name wilt
you don’t know that playin’ both sides can d-mn near get you k!lled?
i don’t listen to t.i., so you won’t see me sendin’ tips
wanna see a jit ballin’? check my ‘gram to sit courtside
btm the gang, we shake our hands and get our fingers tied
youngest turnt n-ggas out the city, they know not to try
she say, “stunna man, you is that boy,” i said, “you never lied”
[chorus: c stunna]
ridin’ with some sh-t, i let it bust, i might just lose control
brand-new supreme ‘fit, color somethin’ you put up your nose
stunna heavy yammin’, but i can take you where they get it sold
ayy, ridin’ through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
used to gettin’ sh-t up out the mud, so i don’t want for sh-t
call my main thing “baby girl” and all my hoes “b-tch”
got this baddie geeked up off the ‘yac just like she lil crix
better arch it right or get from ’round with all that movin’ stiff
[verse 2: real boston richey]
half of these p-ssy-ass n-ggas wrong, i came up trappin’ marijuana
i don’t even f-ck with these cap-ass rap n-ggas, came up trappin’, n-gga, that’s an honor
disrespectful, b-tch play with me, i’ma spit on a b-tch like a f-ckin’ llama
better go buy the b-tch a watch or chain, ain’t buyin’ no f-ckin’ bundles
n-gga, i balled the winter, spring, and fall, i ain’t waitin’ on no f-ckin’ summer
might go get my b-tch from miami pregnant and name my baby summer
b-tch know i like big ol’ trucks, i might just come through h2 hummer
too piped up, got a hundred thousand cash in the goyard, on my mama, richey
[chorus: c stunna]
ridin’ with some sh-t, i let it bust, i might just lose control
brand-new supreme ‘fit, color somethin’ you put up your nose
stunna heavy yammin’, but i can take you where they get it sold
ayy, ridin’ through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
used to gettin’ sh-t up out the mud, so i don’t want for sh-t
call my main thing “baby girl” and all my hoes “b-tch”
got this baddie geeked up off the ‘yac just like she lil crix
better arch it right or get from ’round with all that movin’ stiff
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