Lyrics Trill Sammy – Control

Trill Sammy:
Roll up, throw the ones (Ones)
Model bitch only rock Dior (Model broad)
She get what she want, she’s spoiled (What she want)

Dice SoHo:
In the ?
on the block with my soldiers
I can’t put you on this play, you might fold up
I think shawty diggin’ my persona (So so)
She don’t smoke tree, she want coca (What?)
And she brought her friend, I want both of ’em (Both of ’em)
It ain’t Halloween but I might pull up in that Ghost or sum (Skrr, skrr)
So much smoke, look like we roast or something
I’m burning through the bread like a toaster oven (Gas, gas, gas)
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like it’s yoga
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this shit is probably gon’ be over
Sexy bitch, I’m tryna get you out of FashionNova
She get on top, rode that dick like a Rover (Yessir)
Two coffee cups in a Sprite remix (That’s right)
Put her on the dabs, now she in Venus
Titties sittin’ nice and that ass the meanest

Trill Sammy:
Roll up, throw the ones (Ones)
Model bitch only rock Dior (Model broad)
She get what she want, she’s spoiled (What she want)
Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?)
Pop that ass out on the floor (Yeah, pop it, pop it)
Shake that ass just like a hoe (Shake it, shake it, shake it)
That’s exactly what I told her (Told her)
Say her nigga like me, he control her (‘Trol her)
Walking with a bankroll, it can’t fold up (Bankroll, bankroll)
We don’t stay down, now we ten toes up (Trip)

Shoutout my jeweller, got me froze up
Too busy counting mula so she chose up (Bih)
We turnin’ up on tour, I been road runnin’ (Road runnin’)
Don’t know why she think she the only one (Uh, what?)
Don’t know why he think we gon’ fold somethin’ (Fold somethin’)
Bankroll fit me snug, bitch I came in with these old hundreds (Haha)
Flipping for a dub, we still trapping ’til I fold something (Trap)
Two cups of that mud, you would think I had a cold or somethin’
Put my bitch all in Dior (Dior)
We been balling, they keeping score
I got money but need some more (Uh huh)
And more and more (And more and more)
Pull up on a curb (Skrr), lift the door
Sippin’ all the syrup like I’m finna throw up
Niggas steal our style, feel like you really owe us (Uh huh)
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stay the night but I’m like «No way» (No, no, no)
She gon’ pop it open for that Rosé (Ha)

Roll up, throw the ones (Ones)
Model bitch only rock Dior (Model broad)
She get what she want, she’s spoiled (What she want)
Two cup for my drank, where the O? (Where the O?)
Pop that ass out on the floor (Yeah, pop it, pop it)
Shake that ass just like a hoe (Shake it, shake it, shake it)
That’s exactly what I told her (Told her)
Say her nigga like me, he control her (‘Trol her)
Walking with a bankroll, it can’t fold up (Bankroll, bankroll)
We don’t stay down, now we ten toes up