Lose Control

Lose Control - GAWNE

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Lyrics

They gon’ talk a lot, let ‘em stir the pot until it blows

Bitch I been prepared, when them tempers flare I lose control

Man I swear to god, and I swear to god I ain’t no hoe

We don’t play no games, bitch, I play for keeps I’m taking souls

Split your shish kabob, load the Glock go bang and leave a hole

In your fucking dome, I don’t fucking know, I crack your skull

Keep it on the low, I be making bread I’m making dough

My accountant knows, we be counting M’s, I’m counting O’s

O’s, the life I chose, I been in my bag, been in my zone