Mind Control Lyrics - Cadillactica - Big K.r.i.t.

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers 

Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her 

Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind 

M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school 

Sprinkled it with bad bitch, mixed it up with soul food 

Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters 

For them haters, out here starvin', motherfucker I could feed ya 

With some game, intergalactic, outer-space for brain 

Chrome wheel in the water, might just get me in the summer 

It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue 

Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote 

Cooley High, signing booming sign, knocking butters down 

Crack the curb, like my ship emerged, from the underground 

One more time, for them folks that know I be shinin' 

Whippin' wind and reclining, pressin' diamonds 

While I'm 

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers 

Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her 

Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind 

I got (?) on my tongue, I talk slick 

Catch a chick without using my hands, master (?) 

Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT 

Woofers in the back, tweeters in my (?) 

Push button secret stash box for my yammer 

Yammer me, yes a pistol, a hammer 

Blowing 50's, broccoli in the air 

That's that Cali weed, I know that smell anywhere 

Mind control, get in the female's head like a Tylenol 

(?) yourself, be about your bread, increase your bankroll 

Drink and cheefin', my and my heathens bustin' power moves 

In the hood, like a mechanic, stickin' to the rims 

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers 

Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her 

Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind 

On a mission, just me and Vincent 

Your bitch might just come up missin' like a (?) 

Known to talk that player shit mama, that's just how I do 

My old school look powder blue 

We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin' 

Sat down, ordered the clam chowder 

I had the lobster bisque 

I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is 

Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke 

Take your panties off, you don't need those 

Real niggas stay stuck to the G code 

Never cheat, never off my feet 

Never let these niggas see your weakness 

If I eat then my niggas eat 

Hit the weed then we hit the sheets 

That be our little secret 

Round and round we go 

Unlock and unload 

Our remote control 

Her mind, her mind 

Round and round we go 

Unlock and unload 

Our remote control 

Her mind, her mind 

Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers 

Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her 

Mind, her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind 

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