Yeah
ITS All in the game mane
A nigga can't change
It s out of my control mane
You can't get your own money mane
Then your game is lame mane
See Im from Tennessee
Race Cars in chargers or Infinity's
Home of the BLUES frienmies
Head swivel tendencies
Yeah thats how it be
Them out of towners
Love how i talk
How I dress
How my gold on my neck look so fresh
Yes
I bait them in so as a nigga speak
That deep voice just make your bitch knees weak
Smooth with my words
Hustle at arm reach
I can't help who i am
Solid like concrete,
Somethings gotta be in ya mane
You can't teach
You gotta stay Ten toes down
Thru rain, snow or sleet
You can't sweat when under pressure
Even thru EXSCUTIING HEAT
Apply presssure at all times
Let the motion speak
Husaine S.W.E - Out of my Control Lyrics
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Yeah
ITS All in the game mane
A nigga can't change
It s out of my control mane
You can't get your own money mane
Then your game is lame mane
See Im from Tennessee
Race Cars in chargers or Infinity's
Home of the BLUES frienmies
Head swivel tendencies
Yeah thats how it be
Them out of towners
Love how i talk
How I dress
How my gold on my neck look so fresh
Yes
I bait them in so as a nigga speak
That deep voice just make your bitch knees weak
Smooth with my words
Hustle at arm reach
I can't help who i am
Solid like concrete,
Somethings gotta be in ya mane
You can't teach
You gotta stay Ten toes down
Thru rain, snow or sleet
You can't sweat when under pressure
Even thru EXSCUTIING HEAT
Apply presssure at all times
Let the motion speak
ITS All in the game mane
A nigga can't change
It s out of my control mane
You can't get your own money mane
Then your game is lame mane
See Im from Tennessee
Race Cars in chargers or Infinity's
Home of the BLUES frienmies
Head swivel tendencies
Yeah thats how it be
Them out of towners
Love how i talk
How I dress
How my gold on my neck look so fresh
Yes
I bait them in so as a nigga speak
That deep voice just make your bitch knees weak
Smooth with my words
Hustle at arm reach
I can't help who i am
Solid like concrete,
Somethings gotta be in ya mane
You can't teach
You gotta stay Ten toes down
Thru rain, snow or sleet
You can't sweat when under pressure
Even thru EXSCUTIING HEAT
Apply presssure at all times
Let the motion speak
Writer: Daryl Saine
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