Losing Control Lyrics

I feel it in my soul

Feel like I'm losing control, oh no

You should let me go

Why don't you just let me go, ohhhh

Okay, I admit I'm out my mind

Also, I admit I'm out of line

But it's alright, I'll be fine

I get to the money every time

Pocket full of dough, (racks)

Other pocket filled with dope, ohhh

I feel it in my soul

Feel like I'm losing control, oh no

I'm too lit, lil bitch, I'm too lit

Fuck with the gang have you under the tulips, (under the ground)

I switched it up frrh go the bullets, yeah I stacked it up, now the hoe a nuisance

Yeah, I'm stilI smoking zaza no it's not a new scent

Yeah, I'm still smoking dope I'm still drug abusing

I've been seeing through these hoes, yeah, they're all translucent

My own family disowned me use it in my music, ohhh-

To go harder than ever before

Wake up, I get to the money of course

Got me some guap, but I'm wanting more

I'm rockin' Burberry, but I want dior

That boy a pussy he don't want a war If he got beef, then the blick carnivore

Bag on the chopper, no shells on the floor

Hop back in the striker it starts with a cord

Okay, I admit I'm out my mind

Also, I admit I'm out of line

But it's alright, I'll be fine

I get to the money every time

Pocket full of dough, (racks)

Other pocket filled with dope, ohhh

I feel it in my soul

Feel like I'm losing control, oh no

Oh no, oh no

She see that I'm drippin

Bracelet and my chain froze, yeah

Oh no, I know

I know you be pressing her, you a bozo, yeah (a clown)

Rockin' some fendi, I'm countin' the benji, send no more than twenty when I'm with your hoe

If you boys tempt me, I bet you regret me my gub be so petty, yeah, I let it blow

I be so litty, yeah, I get her wetty I saw her front row, I was rockin' my show

Took her to the back and I got me some necky, I got her so naked, before you took her home

These boys be hatin', attack of the clones, I be so high, I feel like a drone

She wonder why I'd rather be alone can't be your guy, leave me alone

Yellin out thirteen and I'm screaming fuck twelve, jail cell can never be my home

I'm not mixed, but my watch two tone I pop me an addy get back in my zone

Okay, I admit I'm out my mind

Also, I admit I'm out of line

But it's alright, I'll be fine

I get to the money every time

Pocket full of dough, (racks)

Other pocket filled with dope, ohhh

I feel it in my soul

Feel like I'm losing control, oh no

I'm too lit in this hoe ohhhhhh

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I'm too lit in this hoe ohhhhhh