Out Of Control
Fat B.A.B.E Lyrics


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Oh 目を擦りながら週刊誌 ぱっと開ければ出るでしょ
惚れた腫れたひとのこと 見ちゃう自分もこまりもんだ
もう大きくなったんだから 他に書くことあるだろうと
ぼやいても怒鳴っても無駄 ペンは剣よりも強いんだってさ

ぼくたち
Out of control がんじがらめよ なんでそうなるの
Don't you love me? 今は自分をタナに上げて
Drive me crazy つばを飛ばして言ってやる
I don't like you no!

おっと電話だってうかつに のろけ話はいけないよ
公表しなけりゃノゾキだって盗聴だって自由らしい
ハイテクが進み 心の豊かさ遅れるわが国の
如何ともし難いところ なんてどうでもいいか
いやいやよくないな あぁよくない

女の人はとても素晴らしい でもヘンなコもいるよね
ホラ あっちこっちと くっついていくような八方美人タイプだ
おいしい匂いに敏感なのは才能だけど
節操ないのは 厚化粧よりぜんぜんいやだ

いろいろ
Out of control 思うようにはいかないよね
Don't you love me? これが住み慣れた街だ
Drive me crazy 楽しいこといっぱいだけど今
I don't like you oh no!

Out of control がんじがらめよ なんでそうなるの
Don't you love me? 今は自分をタナに上げて
Drive me crazy つばを飛ばして言ってやる
I don't like you 根性無くても言える

Out of control 思うようにはいかないよね
Don't you love me? これが住み慣れた街だ




Drive me crazy 楽しいこといっぱいだけど今
I don't like you oh no!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Fat B.A.B.E's song Out Of Control describe the rapper's journey from being pushed into fame at a young age to eventually becoming successful and wealthy, despite obstacles like a minimum wage job and haters trying to bring her down. She reminisces about her past struggles and the people who helped her along the way, but also acknowledges that she is now living a life of luxury and balling out of control. The song reflects on the struggles and sacrifices she made to get to where she is now, and her determination to not sell her soul for fame.


The lyrics also speak to the larger themes of society and the rap industry, specifically highlighting the challenges faced by young artists who are thrown into the spotlight without proper guidance, and the pressure to stay relevant and successful no matter the cost. Fat B.A.B.E's lyrics show a strong sense of independence and empowerment, as she asserts her control over her own life and refutes those who think she would sell her soul for fame.


Line by Line Meaning

Pushed in the game at a young age
I was introduced to the game at a young age


Feel me touch me as I turn the page
Experience my life with me as I navigate through it


A little past ten, roughly about eleven years old dropped in the good location
Around the age of 10 or 11, I was placed in a favorable environment


My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin got a nigga seriously thinkin "How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
My money smells bad and I'm wondering how to get rid of the smell and buy a luxury car


Minimum wage flippin patties - nope I'd rather fuck around with Coca-Cola, yola Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
I don't want to work minimum wage jobs; instead, I want to make money selling Coca-Cola, drugs, or snacks


Slave for men - that's what they told me and I'll break you off somethin suitable
People told me to work for others, but I'll only do it if the money is good


Brought you a key of crack quicker than ? Recoupable
I can sell you drugs and make a profit


Future black and beautiful
One day I'll be successful and beautiful


My partners used to be plucked and ugly Hangin around them old squeegee boys Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me They straight cut for me
I used to hang out with unattractive friends who were involved in illegal activities, but they were loyal to me


Deal me, touch me, L-O-V-E E-to-the-F-to-the-R-T-Y I spits the shit from the T-O-P It's me, the E, droppin it nuclear all the time Motherfucker comin from the motherfuckin.. mud
I'm a great rapper and I come from humble beginnings


Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul But I'm way too cold, motherfucker!
I don't care what others think of me because I'm too awesome


Sittin in my livin room Thinkin of, a master plan Tryin to find a way out Then I snatch the scratch, and laugh
I'm devising a plan to escape poverty and it makes me happy


So I painted me a picture of a life, to make a dream Can you feel me now Ballin outta control, ballin outta control
I have a vision of success and I'm living that dream


Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo' Now I'm havin long money, like Ross Perot, so take notes from a big ol' ? pimp, pretty much established
I just bought a new car and now I'm wealthy like Ross Perot; take notes from a successful pimp


Livin out of hand lavish Throwin parties ? with big time folks makin big time cabbage
I live a lavish lifestyle and throw parties with wealthy people


Become a savage, get swoll by ones Twenty a drum's established Six figure digits, just like I tell you like I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
I'm earning money aggressively and have control over the city's drug trade


Your product'll win if you gots top grade Keep, your law-yers and your bail bondsmen paid
If your product is high quality, you'll be successful; make sure to have your legal team ready


The word on the street's is that I done came up too fast Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my grass
Rumors are spreading that I became successful too quickly and people are envious of my success


You don't wanna bring your bitch to what type of ? out of control sittin on tickets Million dollar spots, technology chops and a motherfucker proud fool-assed ridiculous
Don't bring your girlfriend to my extravagant parties with expensive technology and ridiculous displays of wealth


Straight fuckin em up like that, throw me my strap man Feel me
I carry a gun to protect myself and I'm serious about it


Reverend would you put some blessin oil on my head and hear me
I want a religious blessing for protection


I never sell my soul cause I'm way too cold Motherfucker! Ballin outta control
I won't compromise my morals for success; I'm confident in my success


This ol' game, kids they run Never get a second chance so take me to this world Now there's always time, to getcha
The streets can be dangerous for young people, so let me show you how to succeed in it


I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin to say I'm ballin outta control
I'm successful and wealthy


"Niggaz trippin off me cause I was a young motherfucker ballin" "Every other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies how to quit" "We can get it on, we can get it on" "Forty-Water, straight lettin em know" "Even though my pocket's fat and my belly's bigger.. gots to come Sic-Sic-Sic-Wid-It"
I'm aware that people are envious of my success and I'm telling my friends how to succeed as well


Throw, the hoe Y'know in a big ass gumbo pot Full stir Let it settle to make it lock
I'm metaphorically stirring the pot by causing trouble, and waiting until the situation calms down


Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier "Whassup you timah, when your ass gonna retire?"
I'm involved in lavish activities like horse racing and traveling to Vegas, and people are wondering when I'll retire


I ain't knowin Keep tellin myself that I'ma call it quits But I got myself Too much motherfuckin cabbage out there runnin in the streets
I don't know when I'll stop, even though I keep telling myself it's time; I have too much money to stop now


Lookin up out the way for the one-time Po-Po Penelope seriously concentratin Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry cause fools be playa hatin
I'm watching out for police and monitoring my illegal business because of envious people


Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
I have investments in high-profit areas and real estate, as well as guns for protection


Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies when they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies I be like poppin the cap like a hungry mother I ain't even gon' lie I'm to' Twoasted, looped, to' back, souped Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
People try to impress women and make movies about their lives, but I don't have time for that; I'm drunk and getting sick but ready to continue partying


Fuck these niggaz they think I'll sell my soul Yeah yeah, I'm ballin outta control Out of motherfuckin control Cause I'm way too cold Yayayy, I'm ballin outta control MotherFUCKER! Ah yeah
I won't compromise my morals and I'm extremely successful and wealthy


Feel me main I feel you Can you feel me main Yeah, I feel you main Vitti can you feel me? I feel yah! Motherfucker can you feel me? Yeahahayahahah! I feel you main Feel me boy? I'm ballin outta control, yeahahahhh Every fuckin time All day, motherfucker
I'm asking if people understand my situation and success; everyone feels me and they know I'm always successful




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Koshi Inaba, Takahiro Matsumoto

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@williewinston1498

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@chaoscontrol2400

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@Antronix3

This made me laugh way more than it should 😂

@blastergoon4185

Why?

@ocroafff5527

I'm skinny guy I love fat women

@jpt736

I turned this up on my phone at the Ford dealership while I was getting my truck serviced. Totally got the reaction I was looking for . Lmao

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