Jeremih - Outta Control Lyrics

7 s Outta Control Lyrics[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly
You a damn liar
I stayed higher than a fucking flyer
You stay up like vampire
Shawty lock on like a plier
She OC, she crazy, her shoe game is amazing
And a bad game is blazing (Gucci)
Put some days in with the stray in
I done flew her in for the weekend
Can't remember where we began
But I hope that the shit don't end
She so cool, she bring friends
Matched shoes, Christian Louboutins (Huh)
We locked in but we spiked out
Got a [?] Spike Lee (Wow)
Kick it every day like Jet Li
Ten diamond chains like Mr. T (Burr)
She a real freak, no mistery
On the bank, on the [?], she missing me (Wow)
Tell her ex-boyfriend he is history
Beat the pussy up, no sympathy
On the highway to the drive way
Well, it's hard to drive 'cause she all over me (Huh)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
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
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What's your name, shawty?
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

[Chorus: Jeremih & 2 Chainz]
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 (2 Chainz)
She outta control
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, now she outta control, she on the Patrón
She told me that she love me, I said I love you more (True)
I gotta end my sweet, I said, "Sup, my swag" (Swag)
Call it FaceTime, call it iPad
She be running through my mind (Mind), 40 on cash
I'm the type to fire new crib in old glass (Damn)
I'm the type to fire new car in all cash
Potato, I'm a mash, I like girls with them ass up

[Chorus: Jeremih]
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