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letra de outta control - stiles foettfu

yeah, underground kings!

i been winnin’ on my own
put down the henny took a shot of patron
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
we outta control
i said, (i said, i said, yeah)
i said we outta control
yeah…… look!
i been spendin’ all my dough
100 dollar bill on these mother f-ckin hoes
100 dollar bill on these mother f-ckin clothes
100 dollar bill to be a part of your show
thats outta control….(wtf?) ya’ll n-ggas outta control
hey!

yeah i know im stupid tryna do it your way (dumb)
im workin’ on myself and i do it all day (yeah)
and when i wanna party then you know i call jay (what up!)
we sippn’ in the car so we gettn’ saucy
no intermissions we ain’t trippn’ we just gettin’ it (gettin it)
b-tches in the car we ain’t missin’ na we hittin’ it (you feel that)
light liquor, dark liquor, felix know im mixin’ it
my life is a movie i ain’t shootin’ cuz im livin’ it (aye!)

i been chillen’ in my zone (yea)
clouds inna’ air, and i know thats its strong (puff it)
with the family so i know that im home (we here)
stunt on my team i really hope that you won’t
i hope that you won’t… because they outta control

ughh!

i been winnin’ on my own
put down the henny took a shot of patron
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
we outta control
i said, (i said, i said, yeah)
i said we outta control (we livin’ it up though)
yeah…… look! (look)
i been spendin’ all my dough (yeah)
100 dollar bill on these mother f-ckin hoes
100 dollar bill on these mother f-ckin clothes
100 dollar bill to be a part of your show
thats outta control….(f-ck) ya’ll n-ggas outta control

feeling you na
but n-gga my face neither
i don’t do waves or fades, my same ceaser
side b-tch or main, for fame i may leave her
and after a puff a dust i ain’t need her (stay with me)
hit the club
did the show, and the shoot in the same sneakers
comin for my (head)
dont pay the price, it ain’t bleachers
throwing up the bread yeah we did that (did that)
searching for p-ss, it’s a miss match
this that’s
sip yak
b-tch slap
take your big bag
get your ribs smashed
wig splashed
watch it zig zag
im black out
mask out
hit the fast route
get the cash
throw the stash
just to get her -ss out
yeah i’m real, what’s the deal, it fits the bill, that’s how i feel
you want to k!ll
head shots, only make my thoughts spill
yeah, we been working on the low
i think it’s bout time we was something that you know

i been winnin’ on my own
put down the henny took a shot of patron
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
we outta control
i said we outta control (i said, i said, yeah look!)

i been winnin’ on my own
put down the henny took a shot of patron
all of my n-ggas we just outta control
(100 dollar bills to be a part of your show)
we outta control
yall n-ggas outta control! (mmm)

- stiles foettfu

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