Cozz and YG Lyrics
"Control Problems"

Most niggas
Okay

Most niggas that I know got control problems (yeah-yeah)
I let God handle (I let God)
I let God handle mine (ooh, yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed
I got no problems
I let God handle (I do)
I let God handle mine (my man)

You can't damage my, my ego
It's too amplified, my fit
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean
Washer and a dryer (ha)
Most niggas that I know got ho problems (for real)
I let God handle (I do)
I let God handle mine (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, yeah
And my bitch hump is camel size (it's big)
Love me 'cause all of my tats, I look vandalized (tatted)
She can tell I've been through hell through my damaged eyes (suffered)
But I let God handle (I do)
I let God handle mine (my guy)
I dick her down better than the toys that's batterized (batterized)
Lick her down, make her bat her eyes (ayy)
Rich niggas give her butterflies
But I'm from the bottom like a bag of fries
I had a dime before I had a dime
Money ain't a personality trait
I get for free but niggas had to buy ('cause they losers)
Ayy, I made no excuses, yeah, I made no alibis (get it)
Everything I manifested it was fantasized (for real)
Now this feeling that I got, I just can't describe (I'm lit)
Now all I preach is that cheese, yeah, I'm pasteurized (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bread got my pockets meaty, boy, that sandwich fire (woo)
Real shit, holdin' no weed but my hands is hot (we hot)
Ain't nothin' forced 'cause my source it come from the Lord (for real)
You try to force, you a dork, let her be a whore (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Most niggas that I know got control problems (problems)
I let God handle (I let God)
I let God handle mine (yeah-yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed
I got no problems (for real)
I let God handle (yeah)
I let God handle mine (okay)

You can't damage my, my ego (no way)
It's too amplified, my fit
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean (bitch)
Washer and a dryer
Most niggas that I know got ho problems (sucks)
I let God handle (bitch)
I let God handle mine

Niggas playin' with my name on the internet
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' 'em whacked, but I ain't sent 'em yet
Catch a homi', do some time
He ain't worth me gettin' into that (stop it)
So I'ma let God handle mines
One of his other opps'll probably slide
Yeah, that's how we bomin' with the gang
Throwin' up the gang
We got weak stomachs in that Mulsanne (gang)
Ain't gotta spit game, it speak for me (gang)
In a Mulsanne with a model thing
She don't eat nothin' (lil' skinny ho)
I ain't shit, fuck that bitch and dip
I'm for the streets (I'm for the streets)
Never work out with these hoes
They be wantin' more from me (they wantin' more from me)
I don't check in with no bitch
It ain't no parolin' me (ain't no parolin' me)
Stop bein' a control freak
You can't control me (ain't no controllin' me)
Sippin', sippin' hard, livin' large, never really trippin' (never)
If you ain't richer than me, fuck your advice, I don't listen (fuck off)
Billion dollar nigga, no one realer, that's the vision (no one)
Forever fuckin' bitches in villas 'cause life's a midget

Most niggas that I know got control problems (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, problems)
I let God handle (I let God)
I let God handle mine (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Even stressed, I be blessed
I got no problems (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, for real)
I let God handle (yeah)
I let God handle mine (okay)

You can't damage my, my ego
It's too amplified, my fit
Bitch, it's sanitized, too clean (bitch)
Washer and a dryer
Most niggas that I know got ho problems (sucks)
I let God handle (bitch)
I let God handle mine

Hahaha, haha, sluts