Mind Control

Big K.R.I.T., E-40, Wiz Khalifa2014年8月25日
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Mind Control (Explicit) - Big K.R.I.T./E-40/Wiz Khalifa (維茲·卡利法)

Riding round so clean I let the bass

Beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's kink

And bound to let me tweak her

Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind

M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school

Sprinkled it with bad b**ch, mixed it up with soul food

Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters

For them haters, out here starvin',

Motherf**ker I could feed ya

With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain

Chrome wheel in the water, might

Just get me in the summer

It look good don't it?

Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue

Love potion on my mind,

My pimpin' is an antidote

Cooley High, signing booming sign,

Knocking butters down

Crack the curb, like my ship emerged,

From the underground

One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin'

Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds

 

While I'm

Riding round so clean

I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's

Kink and bound to let me tweak her

Mind, her mind, her mind,

Her mind, her mind

I got on my tongue, I talk slick

 

Catch a chick without using my hands, master

 

Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT

 

Woofers in the back, tweeters in my

 

Push button secret stash box for my yammer

 

Yammer me, yes a pistol, a hammer

 

Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air

 

That's that Cali w**d, I know that smell anywhere

 

Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol

 

Yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll

Drink and cheefin', me and

My heathens bustin' power moves

 

In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims

Riding round so clean

I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's

Kink and bound to let me tweak her

Mind, her mind, her mind,

 

Her mind, her mind

On a mission, just me and Vincent

Your b**ch might just come up missin' like a

 

Known to talk that player sh*t mama,

That's just how I do

My old school look powder blue

We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'

Sat down, ordered the clam chowder

I had the lobster bisque

I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is

 

Money, clothes, hoes, w**d smoke

Take your panties off, you don't need those

Real niggas stay stuck to the G code

Never cheat, never off my feet

Never let these niggas see your weakness

If I eat then my niggas eat

 

Hit the w**d then we hit the sheets

That be our little secret

 

Round and round we go

 

Unlock and unload

Our remote control

 

Her mind, her mind

Round and round we go

 

Unlock and unload

 

Our remote control

 

Her mind, her mind

Riding round so clean

I let the bass beat out my speakers

Searching for a freak that's

Kink and bound to let me tweak her

Mind, her mind, her mind,

 

Her mind, her mind

 

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