Outta Control
    (专辑: Late Nights With Jeremih - 2012)
    
    [Verse 1: x2]  Gucci Mane and Jeremih see fine too fly  You a 
damn liar  I 
stayed higher than a 
fucking 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 
shit 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 
pussy 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 falling  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 glass  I'm the 
type to fire new car in all cash  Potato I'm a 
mash I 
like girls with an ass 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