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icøns - control lyrics

[intro: supreme stuv & death cola]
hey guys, stuv here and i’m just here to say
get the f+ck off my property (no, you’re in my studio bro, what are you talking about?) dude, dude get the f+ck off my property, right now, get off right now! (what are you talkin about? what are you talkin about? no, c’mon what are you talking about?) dude, i’ll f+ckin shoot you!

[verse 1: supreme stuv]
shoot my bl!cky, she’s why got me f+cked up
why you up here, [?]
you f+cked up, dissolved by the sh+t
don’t come by here with no stick
catch you and you’ll end up dead
made you f+cked up in the head
p+ss on your grave on a 7/11
f+ckin’ your mom, you’re not going to heaven
give me the stick you can call it a session
hit them in the back, and i’m asking for seconds
running it back, and i’m blowing her back out
oh i’m not done boy, i need another pull+out
get your lil’ brother, oh she finna freak out
got [?] like a rhino, hope you sell out, yeah

[verse 2: death cola]
aye, what the f+ck? what you put up your b+tt?
f+ck your sh+t, never tough
snorted lines at the hotel
b+tch, i know you like my son that’s why you always stick along
i know lost attention, why you sliding through my messages, boy?
[verse 3: guap sensei]
yeah, yeah, yeah
sending shots, it rip through tissues
came with the rifle, it came with the clip too
i can smell your room, you’re a big dunce
you shouldn’t talk cr+p if you lift too
yeah, yeah, yeah
put your belly off your bed
i just pull out when i say
hollow tip besides your head
favorite color turned to red
scolding your heart, we’re leaving him dead

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