Bomb control

Bomb control. A bomber grenade no grade. Somthing over rated. Nothing i. Playing with. Don't you smell it. All tyat bull shit how a kid carry it. And dont smell it. Flys congregate. Like a buzzin super 8. No im. Straight my girl a 100,000. You just an 8. Get straight. Eliminat hoe trates. Skid marks spark stinky revenge who been. Lose in that thing its stinkin. Bitch start bouncin. Role out atleast 10,000 feet smell like bad meat. Good greef.

Boom explosions do to explosive emotions a simple sound. That voice does this shit. So we say fukk it dont fukk it fukking bitch. Burning in this shit. Memory's going threw in a second. Fast as fukking shit. Are you kidding me i cant see why so angry. Challenge me attempting to tempt me Unbelievably crazy. I don't miss anything [Loop]

Bomb control. A bomber grenade no grade. Somthing over rated. Nothing i. Playing with. Don't you smell it. All tyat bull shit how a kid carry it. And dont smell it. Flys congregate. Like a buzzin super 8. No im. Straight my girl a 100,000. You just an 8. Get straight. Eliminat hoe trates. Skid marks spark stinky revenge who been. Lose in that thing its stinkin. Bitch start bouncin. Role out atleast 10,000 feet smell like bad meat. Good greef.

[Vers] just angry about the pain from when it happened. A cut to to the soul burning like no control in sight just ignite fire burning with no desire. To do you that way i got my baby shorty love's me im in love with her. We cold like a berrr shiver cool like polar bear, pussy. Maybe eskimo booty hole. I don't know. Except a love story out of control. A tickle to the soul.

Bomb control. A bomber grenade no grade. Somthing over rated. Nothing i. Playing with. Don't you smell it. All tyat bull shit how a kid carry it. And dont smell it. Flys congregate. Like a buzzin super 8. No im. Straight my girl a 100,000. You just an 8. Get straight. Eliminat hoe trates. Skid marks spark stinky revenge who been. Lose in that thing its stinkin. Bitch start bouncin. Role out atleast 10,000 feet smell like bad meat. Good greef.

Real life we role ride or die. Cant deny better than yesterday. Completely happy to see how happy I be. Moving foword long time loving mine Bein loved soaking in loyalty That me and my baby. Lovely loving me im in love with her still its all a blur hints of beauty and being happy.

Bomb control. A bomber grenade no grade. Somthing over rated. Nothing i. Playing with. Don't you smell it. All tyat bull shit how a kid carry it. And dont smell it. Flys congregate. Like a buzzin super 8. No im. Straight my girl a 100,000. You just an 8. Get straight. Eliminat hoe trates. Skid marks spark stinky revenge who been. Lose in that thing its stinkin. Bitch start bouncin. Role out atleast 10,000 feet smell like bad meat. Good greef.