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Lose Control - C Stunna & Real Boston Richey
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Lose Control - C Stunna & Real Boston Richey
[Intro: C Stunna]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Ayo, Flame, how you made this one, man?)
BTM shit, nigga, yeah
Uh, ayy

[Chorus: C Stunna]
Ridin' with some shit, I let it bust, I might just lose control
Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose
Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold
Ayy, ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
Used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit
Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch"
Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix
Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff, uh

[Verse 1: C Stunna]
You would second guess to pay what I be spendin' on a tee
Ain't no limit to this trickin', you could say I'm Master P
All this stuntin', gеttin' fly as fuck, I do that casually
Oh, you think that this a game? I swing the stick like playin' Wii
I ain't worriеd 'bout no broke ho, ain't nothin' to get you built
Last week, I flicked up with a hundred like my name Wilt
You don't know that playin' both sides can damn near get you killed?
I don't listen to T.I., so you won't see me sendin' tips
Wanna see a jit ballin'? Check my 'Gram to sit courtside
BTM the gang, we shake our hands and get our fingers tied
Youngest turnt niggas out the city, they know not to try
She say, "Stunna Man, you is that boy," I said, "You never lied"
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