Album Cover Outta Control feat. 2 Chainz, Jeremih, Drama

Outta Control feat. 2 Chainz, Jeremih, Drama

JEREMIH

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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 shit 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'm a 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

Well it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me

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

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

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 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'm a mash I like girls with an ass on

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