Jeremih - Outta Control lyrics

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Jeremih - Outta Control lyrics

[Verse 1: x2] Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly You a damn liar I stayed higher than a f**ing flyer You stay up like gun powder Shawty lock on like a plier She OC she crazy, her shoe game is amazing And a bad game is blazing Put some days in with the stray in I flew her in for the weekend Can't even remember where we began But I hope that the sh** don't end She so cool she bring friends Matthew shoe, crystalline dance We lock him but we spiked out Got a course seen that you sparkle in King of every day like Jet Li Ten I'm a change like Mr.T We the real 3 no mistery Only bang on the baby she missing me Tell her boyfriend is history Beat the p**y up no sympathy On the highway to the drive way Well it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me [Hook:] She ain't the little girl I used to know Got in the body got them beating in the soul I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go Headed for destruction and everybody know She outta control, she-she outta control She outta control, she-she outta control She outta control [Verse 2:] What's your name, ceao hey Where you from, up You fine as hell, Your skin tone is honey bun Like a basketball We can do this one on one I gotta love Jones I'm the rest hey, see get along She page calling my booty phone She need me, won't be alone Say her old boyfriend's at Cheating on Bambino And so now on hold she calling She at me, she fallin' Page mistakes she stay too long My bubble with no brakes out of control Brakes out of control [Hook:] She ain't the little girl I used to know Got in the body got them beating in the soul I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go Headed for destruction and everybody know She outta control, she-she outta control She outta control, she-she outta control She outta control [Verse 3:] She outta control, she on the Patrone She told me that she love me I said I love you more I gotta end my sweet, I said sup, my swag You call it face time, I call it ipad She be running through my mind, 40 on cash I'm the type to fire new crib in old gla** I'm the type to fire new car in all cash Potato I'm a mash I like girls with an a** on [Hook:] She ain't the little girl I used to know Got in the body got them beating in the soul I gave it to relax the time she tried to let it go Headed for destruction and everybody know She outta control