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control. - anti-social lyrics

i was countin days yea
tesla through the lanes yea
smoke the pain away yea
chain on me like veins yea
you playin them games yea
staring won’t bring yuh
my b-tch she gon lay there
finner things i pay yea

pussy to sweet she a freak but she my baby
i was going crazy
fighting off them basics
came off from the payment
why dust off my trainers
imma own a key to the foreign in a basement
turn that shit up we all fall when we wasted
you tryna be friends but i ain’t lookin for replacements
4 wheel drive now im shiftin like im racing
f-cked up drinking ross on the block yea we chase it

im on your way
heard alot about you ayy
she dont wanna listen no cause she do drugs in different ways
gettin high like fadeaways
im speeding through like where you stay
kissing on the neck ok
these drugs got us in a days
ive been comin next on play
my touch get her wet i say
we ain’t break a sweat today
we still dont collect the pay
bought to go and own a bank
runnin up the check ok
they all want a peice of me but i dont f-ck wit you no way
no i dont f-ck wit you ok
hit it then i press replay
buy a benz im swervin in
bottoms up so we can fade
did this on my own you know
this money and low you know
i got it going f-ck these hoes they turn me down but now they know
they wanna be inside my phone
want the boy inside they home
b-tches they all want the b-mp
d-mn i dip and gett it so she snap me pics when she get home
sippin something way to strong
smoking like a bag of bone
when i come on oh yeah you know

- anti social lyrics

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