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lirik lagu mickey diamond - lose control

[intro]
what time is it? (it’s five o’clock somewhere)

[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f~ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh~t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh~t)
yo, n~ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n~ggas ain’t k!lled sh~t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh~t no more (wake up!)

[verse 1]
i put your name to the test
take a blade to your flesh and write my name in your chest
now say my name with the best n~ggas (diamonds)
rub hands, birdman when i check n~ggas (what?)
sign my name on a check
low sweats with the aztec print
high~tech my whole fit, i got fashion sense
gotta get my hands a rinse when the cash suspense
me and my b~tch rockin’ matching kicks
i make the call, she slide fast as sh~t (urr)
jimmy johnson, never crash the whip
my lawyer make the charges disappear like a magic trick
sink your battleship, my wardrobe worth a half a brick (uh)
i taught your son how to bag chicks (diamonds)
showed your wife how to roll a white owl, yeah, i’m that guy
now this n~gga think he kung lao, i made his hat fly (boom!)
mickey mantle, hold the bat high, i’m not your ordinary black guy
leave your favourite rapper with a black eye
n~ggas fallin’ off like when nuts are tryna smack out (hahahaha)
wanna~be ballers, you can’t even pull a rack out (broke~ass n~ggas)
rhyme pass the basketball court, whip the mac out
blow your back (boom!) put fourty~two in your chest like jerry stackhouse (brrt)
you wouldn’t dare steep foot in a traphouse
bust your in a clap out (at all), or do none of that sh~t you rap ’bout
for a band, i get you rocked like smash mouth
rappers throwin’ rocks when they live in a glasshouse, huh?
[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f~ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh~t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh~t)
yo, n~ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n~ggas ain’t k!lled sh~t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh~t no more

[verse 2]
ayo, my hood filled with p~wns and rooks, we off the hook
liquor~store crooks, the juugs, mad n~ggas be shook
from where the hood~rat b~tch can cook, hid in a book
a lot of mouth, they thought it out, so my n~ggas’ll look
i will vers’ (huh?) cop my wife a chanel purse
cops searchin’ for the mill’, purp call the dogs if they smell work
buy yourself percs, duckin’ 12, clean my scale
this is every day where i’m at, we melanated so they label us “black”
celebrated, twenty~eight days later, it’s back to business
my n~ggas, they trap religous, these b~tches be trappin’ n~ggas
tryna claim fame off your baby daddy’ name
sh~t’s lame, ho (sh~t’s lame), i finna show you how the game go
we was raised on smokey the bear, and just say “no”
somehow, we still learned to burn trees
and slang dope, we chance~takers (yeah), you came to us
for the boy and the girl, we match~makers, what?
[chorus]
yo, yo, i need that
your album was whack, give me my cheese back (give me my f~ckin’ money back)
you was the hottest in the streets before
but we don’t wanna hear that weak sh~t no more (we don’t wanna hear that sh~t)
yo, n~ggas be k!llin’ me (k!llin’ me)
got all them guns, ain’t never k!lled a thing (n~ggas ain’t k!lled sh~t)
i squeeze llamas ’til the beef dissolve (brrt, brrt)
you better not say that weak sh~t no more (it’s five o’clock somewhere)

[outro]
profound
what time is it? (it’s five o’clock now)
do that one more time
it’s fi—, it’s five o’clock somewhere
say it loud
it’s five o’clock somewhere
say that one more time
it’s five o’clock somewhere
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh~t no more

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