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control the time - sakitaro lyrics

[intro: dogwood]
ooh
no (no)
woah

[chrous: dogwood]
control the time
control the time
ooh
no
control the time
control the time
i don’t want to leave this world
ooh

[verse 1: sakitaro]
ay (huh)
i keep a blade for my enemies
cut right through painless like i’m holding ketamine (uh)
i’m starting to feel just like the better me
you ain’t a hater n*gga you a fan of me (uh)
i call the shots the shots just like a referee (uh)
he mad cause his b*tch be a fan of me (uh)
don’t even think to put your hands on me
try it and i’m gonna have me some me felonies (uh)
[verse 2: sakitaro]
control the time just like my wrist watch
sick clock, shawty looking at me like the b*tch lost (uh)
right there shawty think i am a big shot
tryna be my wife, but i know shawty big thot (uh)
come round the house like we kick box
b*tch drop, had ‘em ducking only after send 6 shots (uh)
look at my wrist n*gga it’s big rocks
shawty love my jewelry suck me then you gonna kiss her (uh)

choppa gone sing like american idol
leave that boy terrified picking up random items
i just reach for my fye but ain’t even got to try ‘em
i just load up a new clip and then we fire
on the block so like just we had ‘em lined up
f*ck a deal n*gga trust me man i won’t sign it
ion f*ck with these n*ggas play with my life
you catch one shot to the face n*gga come and try it

[chorus: dogwood]
control the time
control the time
i don’t want to leave this world
ooh

[verse 3: dogwood]
i don’t want to be your replacement
i can’t keep on putting you over my shoulder
letting sh*t fly like it’s over
b*tch this sh*t ain’t over
got a new girl and she l!cking on my stones
i don’t know where i’m at, but i know i’m in my zone
i’m headed to the future and i know i’m finna blow
i just popped a 30 and i’m flying through your home
i’m flying through the sky
and i’m flying through your b*tch
i just took a 30 and you know i’m finna hit it
p*ssy mo’f*cker better put me in the mentions
woah (woah)
[interlude: sakitaro ]
that b*tch want my chains she ain’t in for the love fest
i love her back maybe when i pass a drug test
she keep calling ain’t respond ain’t sending no text
you blood sucking b*tch i ain’t be wasting no breath
keep a line of shawties so my main b*tch gone play less
know her competition know this sh*t a contest
these b*tches be waiting for me to sign a check
so they can come out of the woodworks like lil pests (uh)

i got the numbers no need to reb*ttal you
try press my gang it gone really ugly
you try test my strength you gone see what this cutter do
try blow my brains but know your shawty would love to
got hit close range sorry i got some blood on you
shot your heart cupid we ain’t send no love to you (uh)
you drop my n*ggas we get above on you
get my glock turn l right to a w (uh)

[verse 4: sakitaro]
p*ssy boy we ain’t gone sell to you
scale you with bullets we ain’t gonna measure you (uh)
get a bag know that i’m ahead of you
thankful i shot the wall on purpose stead of you (uh)
like a number two pencil put led in you
i don’t think these n*ggas know what they getting into
i gap these n*ggas like i got a fit or two
show up real classy just to put an end to you
heat up the metal this sh*t gone be bending too
glock last forever like this sh*t got mending two
drop half your gang i know that sh*t upsetting you
ain’t gone k!ll you shot your legs leave you vegetable

take your bullsh*t and your trick n*gga etc
i come back take whole your block if i’m mad enough
half of your day ones be gone you upset lil bruh
try get revenge you get put the press lil bruh

thought my n*ggas leaving folding back
spin right around cause your block got a cul*de*sac
smoking on who? n*gga you can’t afford the pack
i’m leaving two of y’all n*ggas in body bags

what i been through n*gga you can’t if it’s facts
glock 22 got a kick like mortal combat
i’m seeing what you gave but you owe more than that
go hit the streets n*gga might have to have a sell a pack

f*ck around get my stick if you reach for my cash
holding down once i make it i ain’t coming back
f*cked around with that b*tch too much, calling me dad
shawty want a real n*gga i can only give half
pull the burner all of a sudden that n*gga run track
one move man one slip up get turned to a pack
all you hating ass n*ggas want sh*t yeah my ass
glock gone travel through time leave your ass in the past like*

[outro: sakitaro]
glock finna travel through time leave your ass in the past like*
glock finna travel through time leave your ass in the past life
glock finna travel through time leave your ass in the past like*
glock finna travel through time leave your ass in the past life

- sakitaro lyrics

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