yn jay – loose control lyrics
[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
alright, alright, look, alright, what you— alright
yeah
okay
ah
[verse 1: yn jay & bizzy banks]
gotta twist just to get her open, is that tootsie roll?
b+tch wanna f+ck under the cover, is your booty cold?
beat her doonies down from the side, is your coochie swole?
n+gga pulled up in old designer, is your gucci old?
father god, i been betrayed like the boosie song
big b+tch tried to tuck her tummy, she got juicy rolls
tried to hit my dance, but you stiff, you be moving wrong
what the f+ck? is you fifty+six? you be moving old
in a foreign with a dirty plate, i be moving ‘bows
all i do is win, i can’t tie, but i be moving ‘bows
made a hundred thousand off merch, i bе moving clothes
hit a b+tch, then i go ghost, i be losing hoеs
i can f+ck any b+tch tonight, i be choosing hoes
tell a b+tch my name geronimo, i be confusing hoes
hit her in the intercontinental set— ah, d+mn
sixty+five floors up, i be viewing hoes
i just let the tesla drive itself, i’ma cruise control
keep on talkin’ while i’m talkin’, i’ma lose control
7.62s hit your whip, you gon’ lose control
f+ckin’ all your b+tches, got him mad, he gon’ lose his hoes
if i swing my hand ‘cross his face, he gon’ lose his nose
send my young n+ggas in his crib, he gon’ lose his ‘bows
i’ll make my n+gga cut your feet, he gon’ lose his toes
n+gga stole your heat, then he told you, “how you lose your pole?”
d+mn, you a f+ckin’ fool
i’ll beat your ass and your brother, he get knuckles too
b+tch said n0body bust her open, she be f+ckin’ too
you ain’t had no gun in the shootout, you’d be duckin’ too
i told you, if your best friend ain’t nothin’, b+tch, you nothin’ too (what?)
if your b+tch best friend f+ckin’, then she f+ckin’ too (get money)
[verse 2: bizzy banks]
oh, yeah
if her best friend f+ckin’, then she f+ckin’ too (facts)
get in her mouth and get to bustin’ like some bubbaloo (gum)
kk say he bustin’ off his yerc, oh, yeah, i’m bustin’ too (facts)
shorty said she love me, i’m like, “b+tch, tell me somethin’ new” (word)
why these n+ggas rappin’ ’bout some sh+t that they don’t never do? (at all)
b+tch, it’s bizzy banks, walk in the spot and i’m like never who (never who)
they say don’t take drugs, but i got sh+t that i been going through (word)
brooklyn like a jungle, n+ggas pop out, they’ll see a zoo (ha)
i hit the booth, i feel like missy, i just lose control (i just lose control)
i call my slime, i don’t say sh+t, b+tch, i just wipe a nose (slatt)
bro just did like seven off that hit and now he on parole (facts)
i say free ak like every day, but he ain’t coming home
i broke her heart, she in the shower singing keyshia cole (you should’ve cheated)
these n+ggas know me, all the time, i gotta keep a pole (gotta keep it)
why he always actin’ like— i don’t even know
if it’s for the bread, sloppy joe, we get ’em peter rolled (bah)
oh, yeah, these n+ggas got me started, b+tch, i’m in the zone (b+tch, i’m in the zone)
and shorty bad, i swear to god, she look like nia long (she look like nia long)
shorty always askin’ ’bout some b+tches, girl, leave me alone (leave me alone)
shorty said she wanna vibe with me, i’d rather be alone (uh+huh)
she started askin’ me for cash, she said she need a loan (b+tch)
she started talkin’ out her ass, i told her watch her tone (shh)
b+tch, you ain’t gotta talk loud, you on speakerphone
shorty said, “treat me like somebody,” i treat her unknown
she think she tink
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