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mickey diamond - lose control كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
what time is it? (it’s five o’clock somewhere)

[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f_ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh_t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh_t)
yo, n_ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n_ggas ain’t k!lled sh_t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh_t no more (wake up!)

[verse 1]
i put your name to the test
take a blade to your flesh and write my name in your chest
now say my name with the best n_ggas (diamonds)
rub hands, birdman when i check n_ggas (what?)
sign my name on a check
low sweats with the aztec print
high_tech my whole fit, i got fashion sense
gotta get my hands a rinse when the cash suspense
me and my b_tch rockin’ matching kicks
i make the call, she slide fast as sh_t (urr)
jimmy johnson, never crash the whip
my lawyer make the charges disappear like a magic trick
sink your battleship, my wardrobe worth a half a brick (uh)
i taught your son how to bag chicks (diamonds)
showed your wife how to roll a white owl, yeah, i’m that guy
now this n_gga think he kung lao, i made his hat fly (boom!)
mickey mantle, hold the bat high, i’m not your ordinary black guy
leave your favourite rapper with a black eye
n_ggas fallin’ off like when nuts are tryna smack out (hahahaha)
wanna_be ballers, you can’t even pull a rack out (broke_ass n_ggas)
rhyme pass the basketball court, whip the mac out
blow your back (boom!) put fourty_two in your chest like jerry stackhouse (brrt)
you wouldn’t dare steep foot in a traphouse
bust your in a clap out (at all), or do none of that sh_t you rap ’bout
for a band, i get you rocked like smash mouth
rappers throwin’ rocks when they live in a glasshouse, huh?
[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f_ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh_t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh_t)
yo, n_ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n_ggas ain’t k!lled sh_t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh_t no more

[verse 2]
ayo, my hood filled with p_wns and rooks, we off the hook
liquor_store crooks, the juugs, mad n_ggas be shook
from where the hood_rat b_tch can cook, hid in a book
a lot of mouth, they thought it out, so my n_ggas’ll look
i will vers’ (huh?) cop my wife a chanel purse
cops searchin’ for the mill’, purp call the dogs if they smell work
buy yourself percs, duckin’ 12, clean my scale
this is every day where i’m at, we melanated so they label us “black”
celebrated, twenty_eight days later, it’s back to business
my n_ggas, they trap religous, these b_tches be trappin’ n_ggas
tryna claim fame off your baby daddy’ name
sh_t’s lame, ho (sh_t’s lame), i finna show you how the game go
we was raised on smokey the bear, and just say “no”
somehow, we still learned to burn trees
and slang dope, we chance_takers (yeah), you came to us
for the boy and the girl, we match_makers, what?
[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f_ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh_t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh_t)
yo, n_ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n_ggas ain’t k!lled sh_t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh_t no more (it’s five o’clock somewhere)

[outro]
profound
what time is it? (it’s five o’clock now)
do that one more time
it’s fi—, it’s five o’clock somewhere
say it loud
it’s five o’clock somewhere
say that one more time
it’s five o’clock somewhere
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh_t no more

- mickey diamond

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