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take control (intro) - setitoff83 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i’m in this b*tch (trademark, haha)
(trademark)
tell them n*ggs they can’t f*ck with me, big 3
yeah
what they doin’?
them n*ggas b*tches, they get slumped
that other sh*t, come on

[chorus]
uh, i think it’s time to control, youngin been back on the road (the roads)
the pandemic ain’t stop a thing, i’m still gettin’ ten for a show (uh*huh)
and i’m still servin’ ‘bows, still servin’ load for the locs (huh)
come get you two for four, the exotic is goin’ for forty*four (ayy)
n*gga, that’s them dead opps, weezy boy, baldhead
face tat’, that’s a new pack (what else?), but f*ck ’em, i said what i said
uh, wayne here tryna shoot a drac’ and he got facеd, now that n*gga (ha)
i’m in let’s eat with a 23 and an arp, you said i was scared (big 3)
[verse]
i’m in the streets twеnty*four, no, i can’t go like a ho (i can’t)
i’ll prolly do what i’m doin’ the most, if you ain’t with that sh*t, better not hop in the smoke (huh)
tell a n*gga, “you don’t wanna get did, lil’ bro,” n*ggas know these b*tches turnin’ to roast (yeah)
faceshot, now the b*tch get turned to a ghost (what else?), i ain’t sl*ttin’ the b*tch, get picked up the floor (talk to ’em)
m8ven gang, f*ck what you thought, everything i own i bought (huh)
i’m still servin’ ps out the loft, i’m prayin’ to god i don’t kick off (ayy)
with a bad b*tch, she suckin’ and she throwin’ it to me, you know i caught her (crip)
uh, big 3, i done ran up that bag, i feel like kd ’cause, b*tch, i’m ballin’ (come on)
tweakin’ out my body (yeah), still high off them roxies (what else?)
but a young n*gga stay solid, pockets fat like chris wallace (talk to ’em)
pull up on his block, we send shots back, i’m like ben wallace (b*tch, get up)
i’m throwin’ bullets deep and watch him catch ’em, he dee hopkins (ayy)
i throw the bag to chemo, watch he catch it, he might turn us (for real)
i tossed the bag to brand and watch he score like he play top (talk to ’em)
these n*ggas don’t want no smoke, twin in the cut tryna catch a body (ayy, twin)
they need to free crazy joe, they gave a four and he stayed solid (big 3)

- setitoff83 lyrics

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