Lose Control 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 bullsh*t
'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 f*ck around
I'm f*ckin' 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, n*gga, I remember that Christmas, n*gga
n*gga, Gangsta Gibbs came through, f*cked with a n*gga
n*gga, my kids, n*gga, know Gangsta Gibbs, that's a real n*gga, on the set, n*gga
When your— When your n*gga know your kids, n*gga, that's love, n*gga
When your kids know that n*gga, you feel me?
That n*gga looked out for a n*gga, for my kids, n*gga
On Christmas, n*gga
When I ain't have it, n*gga
n*gga came through and looked out for a n*gga
On the real, n*gga
Know your n*gga family, my n*gga, if that's your n*gga, n*gga
Know that n*gga kids, n*gga, if that's your n*gga
Real n*ggas do real things, homie
This ain't no motherf*ckin' rap
This ain't no motherf*ckin' poem
This ain't no motherf*ckin' none of that, n*gga
This right here is Lil' Sodi, n*gga, from the heart, n*gga
Real n*gga sh*t
This sh*t really happened, n*gga
This sh*t really happened, n*gga
Yeah, I met a lot of n*ggas f*ckin' with Gangsta Gibbs
A lot of n*ggas that were scared of me
Gangsta Gibbs broke the door open
And still brought a n*gga in, you feel me?
'Cause he a gangster just like me, n*gga
How you gon' f*ck with me and don't f*ck with him?
That n*gga like me, n*gga
That n*gga me, n*gga
You feel me, n*gga?
Straight like that, n*gga
Brothers from a different mother, n*gga
Real n*gga spill
Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow