Lose Control

Freddie Gibbs & BJ the Chicago Kid - Rap, Gangsta Rap
Lose Control
2 Plays
Duration: 5:53
Lyrics
[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Freddie Gibbs] It really ain't no pressure, baby (Yeah, pressure) I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure) What you think about (Uh) letting go (Yeah), letting go? (Uh) Girl, lose control (Uh) It really ain't no pressure, baby (Yeah) I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (Yeah) What you think about letting go (For sure), letting go? (Oh, yeah) Girl, lose control [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, tell me what you know about it Fell asleep in the project and woke up on an island I'm ice cold with a cold piece as my co-pilot That baby face with a killer body, she 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it) And if I play my cards right she might stay I'm tryna work on treatin' you the right way I hope you forgive me for all the bullshit 'Cause ain't nobody else in the world I'd rather go through it with [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] Got plenty G's, Bentley keys, it's all you Girl, let's hop a flight and pick a mall that we can ball through Baby, I got got plenty G's, Bentley keys, it's all you Girl, let's hop a flight and pick a mall and we can ball through But tell me how it feel [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Freddie Gibbs] It really ain't no pressure (Uh, yeah), baby I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure) What you think about letting go (Uh), letting go? Girl, lose control (Lose control, baby, yeah) It really ain't no pressure, baby (Uh) I'll take you where it's good weather (No pressure, baby), baby What you think about letting go (Lettin' go), letting go? (Let it go) Girl, lose control (Lose control) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Uh, I just wanna make her feel good She workin' that wheel and I'm twistin' up a 'Wood Sleep at night, in the early mornin', we gettin' to it Wake up somewhere we ain't never seen' where the sea the bluest Lately, I've been thinkin' 'bout Growin' up 'cause I could lose her if I fuck around I'm fuckin' up, I go from state to state and town to town But in the end, I need a real one to hold me down So hold me down [Bridge: Freddie Gibbs] I get plenty G's, Bentley keys, it's all you That don't mean a thing if I ain't got you to come home to 'Cause, baby, I got got plenty G's, Bentley keys, it's all you That don't mean a thing if I don't got you to come home to Tell me how it feel [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Freddie Gibbs] It really ain't no pressure (Uh, yeah), baby I'll take you where it's good weather, baby (For sure) What you think about (Alright) letting go, letting go? Girl, lose control It really ain't no pressure, baby I'll take you where it's good weather, baby What you think about letting go, letting go? Girl, lose control [Break: BJ the Chicago Kid] I'm so happy that you're here with me Could have been anywhere in this world, but you're here with me And it [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] Really ain't no pressure, baby I'll take you where it's good weather, baby What you think about letting go, letting go? Girl, lose control Really ain't no pressure, baby I'll take you where it's good weather, baby What you think about letting go, letting go? Girl, lose control [Segue: Lil' Sodi] I just wanna make you feel good, yeah I just wanna make you feel good, yeah I just wanna make you feel good, yeah I just wanna make you feel good, yeah I just wanna make you feel good, yeah Ayy, nigga, I remember that Christmas, nigga Nigga, Gangsta Gibbs came through, fucked with a nigga Nigga, my kids, nigga, know Gangsta Gibbs, that's a real nigga, on the set, nigga When your— When your nigga know your kids, nigga, that's love, nigga When your kids know that nigga, you feel me? That nigga looked out for a nigga, for my kids, nigga On Christmas, nigga When I ain't have it, nigga Nigga came through and looked out for a nigga On the real, nigga Know your nigga family, my nigga, if that's your nigga, nigga Know that nigga kids, nigga, if that's your nigga Real niggas do real things, homie This ain't no motherfuckin' rap This ain't no motherfuckin' poem This ain't no motherfuckin' none of that, nigga This right here is Lil' Sodi, nigga, from the heart, nigga Real nigga shit This shit really happened, nigga This shit really happened, nigga Yeah, I met a lot of niggas fuckin' with Gangsta Gibbs A lot of niggas that were scared of me Gangsta Gibbs broke the door open And still brought a nigga in, you feel me? 'Cause he a gangster just like me, nigga How you gon' fuck with me and don't fuck with him? That nigga like me, nigga That nigga me, nigga You feel me, nigga? Straight like that, nigga Brothers from a different mother, nigga Real nigga spill Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
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Credits
- Writers
- Freddie Gibbs
- Superville
- BJ the Chicago Kid