Control
Trill Sammy, Dice Soho
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Roll up, go to Mars (Mars) Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad) She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want?) Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?) Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it) Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it) That's exactly what I told her (told her) Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her) Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up We don't stay down, now we ten toes up In the moat on the block with my soldiers I can't put you on this play, you might fold up I think shawty diggin' my persona (so so) And she don't smoke tree, she want coca (what?) And she brought her friend, I want both of 'em (both of 'em) It ain't Halloween but I might pull up in that Ghost or sum' (skrrt, skrrt) So much smoke, look like we roast or sum' I'm burning through the bread like a toaster oven (gas, gas, gas) Hands on yo' knees, that's yo' game like it's yoga If my bitch see this shit it's probably gon' be over Sexy bitch, I'm tryna get you out of Fashionnova Wrist cold as the polar, diamonds shine bright like the solar (yessir) Two coffee cups in a Sprite remix (that's right) Put her on the dabs, now she in Venus Titties sittin' nice and that ass the meanest She f*ck me good and then we blow a bag at Nina's Roll up, go to Mars (Mars) Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad) She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want) Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?) Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it) Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it) That's exactly what I told her (told her) Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her) Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up (bankroll, bankroll) We don't stay down, now we ten toes up (trill) Shoutout my jeweller, got me froze up Too busy counting mula so she chose up (bih) We turnin' up on tour, I been road runnin' (road runnin') Don't know why she think she the only one (uh, what?) Don't know why he think we gon' fold somethin' (fold somethin') Bankroll fit me snug, bitch I came in with these old hundreds (haha) Flipping for a dub, we still trapping 'til I fold something (trap) Two cups of that mud, you would think I had a cold or somethin' Put my bitch all in Dior (Dior) We been balling, they keeping score I got money but need some more (uh huh) And more and more (and more and more) Pull up on a curb (skrrt), lift the door Sippin' all the syrup like I'm finna throw up Niggas steal our style, feel like you really owe us (uh huh) They stay the night but I'm like "no way" (no, no, no) She gon' pop it open for that Rosé (Ha) Roll up, go to Mars (Mars) Model bitch, only rock Dior (model broad) She get what she want, she's spoiled (what she want) Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?) Pop that ass out on the floor (yeah, pop it, pop it) Shake that ass just like a hoe (shake it, shake it, shake it) That's exactly what I told her (told her) Say her nigga lame and he control her ('trol her) Walking with a bankroll, it can't fold up (bankroll, bankroll) We don't stay down, now we ten toes up
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Written by: Samuel Michael Perrares Garcia, Dice SoHo
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