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Control (feat. Icey, Starbel & Su Bviley) Video (MV)






Su Bviley - Control (feat. Icey, Starbel & Su Bviley) Lyrics




Lala, Oh
OLaLa-La
Oh LaLa
Homie get a clue
Im Icey, who are you?

OhLa - LaLa
OhLa - LaLa
OhLa - LaLa (OhLa)
OhLa - LaLa, OhLa - OhLa

Im smokin on that OhLa-LaLa
That mulah-LaLa
Oou Got me ina coma
Got me ina coma, oh
Smokin, Ah

Smokin
On that
LaLa
On that
YaYa
Blow that gas
Got that pack
Did the dash
In my Jag
You so mad
I got that Bagg
Oou oou, now you sad
Ouu im lookin real Rad
Like a rockstar wit the swag
How i look wit the Bagg?

And Im legit, mhmmm
You know that he aint it, mmMmm
You know i'll spoil you sick, mhmmm
We can do this shit again, mhmmmMmm

I dont do banks, I dont do banks, NO
I got the flyest f***** clothes
Im designer head to my toes
I got my nails in the dope
And my nails cost 1 hundo
Im designer head to my toes
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And my slippers are Saint Laurent
When i walk into Saint Laurent
Catwalk ouu, mhmmm

Keep that up, mhmmm
Keep it up, mhmmm

Run that Up, mhmmm
Keep it Up, mhmmm
Thats ya bae? mhmmm
You woulda thought, mhmmm

I know they don't love me
I know they don't love me
Goddamn it they Cousins
F***** her and her cousin
Can't leave the crib it ain't on me
Can't lack, The armor ain't on me
Want a stupid chain
Want a stupid drop
Said she Wanna change
Don't think She do a lot
Always doing drugs
She's going thru a lot
Scared of staying still
That's why She move a lot
She put fears thru the exit
Look your reflection
Who you neglecting?
Immune to perfection
But f*** it you won't take shit
Especially from a lame nigga
He ain't making bands yeah
He don't make you dance yeah
Watch you take control
Uh yeah
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Oh ohhhh
Slow oh
Watch you take control oh
Slow oh

When did we?
When did i?
When do You
Take Control?
We should take control
We should take control
Or is it slow?

Is u riding
We should try it
Aint no siding
Here on my end
All my nighas outside we aint hiding
All my nighas outside we aint hiding
Got new drip, Threw out my closet
Got some drip Im lookin like posiden
Got some new bills, makin them deposits
Tell me is u coming is sliding
So whats the hunch?
Ima eat her up like lunch
All up in her stomach like brunch
Im on my DMX like what these b****** want
Told her Im the man like one punch
Want smoke & get hit just like a blunt, yeh
Hunnids so blue that they lookin wet, yeh
Gotta run it up, i never get enough
Run up ima have to lightchu up yeah
Please dont play with me issa dubb
Yea u know the vibes, im all about the love
Dont steer me Wrong

Lets get rich
F***** that nigga bitch
Suck like a tick
In her Armani fit, mhmmm
And im legit, mhmmm
You know that he aint it, mmMmm
You know i'll spoil you sick, mhmmm
We can so this shit again, mhmmm

I dont do banks, I dont do banks, NO
I got the flyest f*ckin clothes
Im designer head to my toes
I got my nails in the dope
And my nails cost 1 hundo
Im designer head to my toes
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And my slippers are Saint Laurent
When i walk into Saint Laurent
Catwalk ouu, mhmmm

Keep that up, mhmmm
Keep it up, mhmmm

Run that Up, mhmmm
Keep it Up, mhmmm
Thats ya bae? mhmmm
You woulda thought, mhmmm
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Lala, Oh
OLaLa-La
Oh LaLa
Homie get a clue
Im Icey, who are you?

OhLa - LaLa
OhLa - LaLa
OhLa - LaLa (OhLa)
OhLa - LaLa, OhLa - OhLa

Im smokin on that OhLa-LaLa
That mulah-LaLa
Oou Got me ina coma
Got me ina coma, oh
Smokin, Ah

Smokin
On that
LaLa
On that
YaYa
Blow that gas
Got that pack
Did the dash
In my Jag
You so mad
I got that Bagg
Oou oou, now you sad
Ouu im lookin real Rad
Like a rockstar wit the swag
How i look wit the Bagg?

And Im legit, mhmmm
You know that he aint it, mmMmm
You know i'll spoil you sick, mhmmm
We can do this shit again, mhmmmMmm

I dont do banks, I dont do banks, NO
I got the flyest f***** clothes
Im designer head to my toes
I got my nails in the dope
And my nails cost 1 hundo
Im designer head to my toes
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And my slippers are Saint Laurent
When i walk into Saint Laurent
Catwalk ouu, mhmmm

Keep that up, mhmmm
Keep it up, mhmmm

Run that Up, mhmmm
Keep it Up, mhmmm
Thats ya bae? mhmmm
You woulda thought, mhmmm

I know they don't love me
I know they don't love me
Goddamn it they Cousins
F***** her and her cousin
Can't leave the crib it ain't on me
Can't lack, The armor ain't on me
Want a stupid chain
Want a stupid drop
Said she Wanna change
Don't think She do a lot
Always doing drugs
She's going thru a lot
Scared of staying still
That's why She move a lot
She put fears thru the exit
Look your reflection
Who you neglecting?
Immune to perfection
But f*** it you won't take shit
Especially from a lame nigga
He ain't making bands yeah
He don't make you dance yeah
Watch you take control
Uh yeah
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Watch you take control
Oh ohhhh
Slow oh
Watch you take control oh
Slow oh

When did we?
When did i?
When do You
Take Control?
We should take control
We should take control
Or is it slow?

Is u riding
We should try it
Aint no siding
Here on my end
All my nighas outside we aint hiding
All my nighas outside we aint hiding
Got new drip, Threw out my closet
Got some drip Im lookin like posiden
Got some new bills, makin them deposits
Tell me is u coming is sliding
So whats the hunch?
Ima eat her up like lunch
All up in her stomach like brunch
Im on my DMX like what these b****** want
Told her Im the man like one punch
Want smoke & get hit just like a blunt, yeh
Hunnids so blue that they lookin wet, yeh
Gotta run it up, i never get enough
Run up ima have to lightchu up yeah
Please dont play with me issa dubb
Yea u know the vibes, im all about the love
Dont steer me Wrong

Lets get rich
F***** that nigga bitch
Suck like a tick
In her Armani fit, mhmmm
And im legit, mhmmm
You know that he aint it, mmMmm
You know i'll spoil you sick, mhmmm
We can so this shit again, mhmmm

I dont do banks, I dont do banks, NO
I got the flyest f*ckin clothes
Im designer head to my toes
I got my nails in the dope
And my nails cost 1 hundo
Im designer head to my toes
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And Im smokin dope til i choke
And my slippers are Saint Laurent
When i walk into Saint Laurent
Catwalk ouu, mhmmm

Keep that up, mhmmm
Keep it up, mhmmm

Run that Up, mhmmm
Keep it Up, mhmmm
Thats ya bae? mhmmm
You woulda thought, mhmmm
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Writer: A. Bailey, A. Morinaga, S Reyes, S. Reyes
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