收聽Gucci Mane的Outta Control (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Outta Control (Explicit)

Gucci Mane, Jerimiah, 2 Chainz2012年10月29日

Outta Control (Explicit) 歌詞

Gucci Mane and

Jeremih see fine too fly

You a damn liar

I stayed higher than a fucking flyer

You stay up like gun powder

Shawty lock on like a plier

She OC she crazy her shoe game is amazing

And a bad game is blazing

Put some days in with the stray in

I flew her in for the weekend

Can't even remember where we began

But I hope that the s**t don't end

She so cool she bring friends

Matthew shoe crystalline dance

We lock him but we spiked out

Got a course seen that you sparkle in

King of every day like

Jet Li Ten

I'ma change like

Mr T We the real 3 no mistery

Only bang on the baby she missing me

Tell her boyfriend is history

Beat the pussy up no sympathy

On the highway to the drive way

She ain't the little girl

I used to know

Got in the body got them beating in the soul

I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go

Headed for destruction and everybody know

She outta control she-she outta control

She outta control she-she outta control

What's your name ceao hey

Where you from up

You fine as hell

Your skin tone is honey bun

Like a basketball

We can do this one on one

I gotta love

Jones I'm the rest hey see get along

She page calling my booty phone

She need me won't be alone

Say her old boyfriend's at

Cheating on

Bambino And so now on hold she calling

She at me she fallin'

Page mistakes she stay too long

My bubble with no brakes out of control

She ain't the little girl

I used to know

Got in the body got them beating in the soul

I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go

Headed for destruction and everybody know

She outta control she-she outta control

She outta control she-she outta control

She outta control she on the

Patrone She told me that she love me

I said I love you more

I gotta end my sweet

I said sup my swag

You call it face time

I call it ipad

She be running through my mind 40 on cash

I'm the type to fire new crib in old glass

I'm the type to fire new car in all cash

Potato I'ma mash

She ain't the little girl

I used to know

Got in the body got them beating in the soul

I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go

Headed for destruction and everybody know

 

She outta control