Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
Close people turned they back on me
I had to set the record straight
I swear I'm bout to go up
They don't wanna see me levitate
Crazy how your own
Will stab you right up in your f*cking face
Then try to dap you up
With the hand they tried to cause you pain
I ain't really hurting when I'm rapping bout these females
But still will take the Uber to Lyft up on your new dude
Like oh well
Ding dong ditch in the city
My name gon' ring bells
I got it under control
But as a kid I really seen Hell
Daddy gone barely ever seen him
He was silent
Can't believe my momma even picked him
On that cotton
Hated him but life get in the way
And now I got it
I had to grow up
Now we stars
Nigga we on comets
I lost my mom you know that shit kill me nigga
Close my eyes I can still see her clearly nigga
I'm coming at necks
You gon' feel me nigga
Up the pole on a bitch that don't fear me nigga
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
I be dressed in all black
I swear a nigga kinda gothic
Big dogs
You gon' f*ck around and get this paw print
Middle finger up to anybody think they hot shit
My mind kinda off
So I'm always down to start shit
Back to the back
Get it back to the back
I'm coming for the sack
Yall the quarterback
None of you niggas can act
So you niggas are wack
Give me your moment to fall
Ima jump in the car
Hit the gas ready for war
I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for more
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for
Make it look easy
Please believe me
Too sick on these beats
I'm Eazy E if need be
I can switch the flow
Say I'm the best around
I don't really f*ck with niggas that
Talk too loud
Making music for them roaches in that basement sit down
Might as well paint your face
You a f*cking clown
Yall was waiting for that snap
Like crackle pop
Cause really who better than this nigga R.O.N
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
iamR.O.N - Under Control Lyrics
iamR.O.N - Under Control Lyrics
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Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
Close people turned they back on me
I had to set the record straight
I swear I'm bout to go up
They don't wanna see me levitate
Crazy how your own
Will stab you right up in your f*cking face
Then try to dap you up
With the hand they tried to cause you pain
I ain't really hurting when I'm rapping bout these females
But still will take the Uber to Lyft up on your new dude
Like oh well
Ding dong ditch in the city
My name gon' ring bells
I got it under control
But as a kid I really seen Hell
Daddy gone barely ever seen him
He was silent
Can't believe my momma even picked him
On that cotton
Hated him but life get in the way
And now I got it
I had to grow up
Now we stars
Nigga we on comets
I lost my mom you know that shit kill me nigga
Close my eyes I can still see her clearly nigga
I'm coming at necks
You gon' feel me nigga
Up the pole on a bitch that don't fear me nigga
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
I be dressed in all black
I swear a nigga kinda gothic
Big dogs
You gon' f*ck around and get this paw print
Middle finger up to anybody think they hot shit
My mind kinda off
So I'm always down to start shit
Back to the back
Get it back to the back
I'm coming for the sack
Yall the quarterback
None of you niggas can act
So you niggas are wack
Give me your moment to fall
Ima jump in the car
Hit the gas ready for war
I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for more
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for
Make it look easy
Please believe me
Too sick on these beats
I'm Eazy E if need be
I can switch the flow
Say I'm the best around
I don't really f*ck with niggas that
Talk too loud
Making music for them roaches in that basement sit down
Might as well paint your face
You a f*cking clown
Yall was waiting for that snap
Like crackle pop
Cause really who better than this nigga R.O.N
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
Close people turned they back on me
I had to set the record straight
I swear I'm bout to go up
They don't wanna see me levitate
Crazy how your own
Will stab you right up in your f*cking face
Then try to dap you up
With the hand they tried to cause you pain
I ain't really hurting when I'm rapping bout these females
But still will take the Uber to Lyft up on your new dude
Like oh well
Ding dong ditch in the city
My name gon' ring bells
I got it under control
But as a kid I really seen Hell
Daddy gone barely ever seen him
He was silent
Can't believe my momma even picked him
On that cotton
Hated him but life get in the way
And now I got it
I had to grow up
Now we stars
Nigga we on comets
I lost my mom you know that shit kill me nigga
Close my eyes I can still see her clearly nigga
I'm coming at necks
You gon' feel me nigga
Up the pole on a bitch that don't fear me nigga
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
I be dressed in all black
I swear a nigga kinda gothic
Big dogs
You gon' f*ck around and get this paw print
Middle finger up to anybody think they hot shit
My mind kinda off
So I'm always down to start shit
Back to the back
Get it back to the back
I'm coming for the sack
Yall the quarterback
None of you niggas can act
So you niggas are wack
Give me your moment to fall
Ima jump in the car
Hit the gas ready for war
I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for more
I can be shattered and all
Tell me who ready for
Make it look easy
Please believe me
Too sick on these beats
I'm Eazy E if need be
I can switch the flow
Say I'm the best around
I don't really f*ck with niggas that
Talk too loud
Making music for them roaches in that basement sit down
Might as well paint your face
You a f*cking clown
Yall was waiting for that snap
Like crackle pop
Cause really who better than this nigga R.O.N
Beat just started f*cking up that whole thing
Rapping like I'm going back to old ways
They saying Milo still got it when that song play
But I been around nigga
Nascar race
I been pushing on the pedal
So these niggas don't forget it
Was the king when I left
And I'm coming back to get it
Got my team on my back
My autograph across her titties
I don't really think they hear me
I'm about to make a killing
Writer: Kerron Stark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid