You Tried It

Lyrics

Ain't that DJ chose over there?
 Look like DJ chose
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You made him bae, I fucked him first
 I took his check, you got a purse
 He pay my bills, yo ass at work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 It's the dog in 'em, I'm in the mall with 'em
 I'm a trick wit 'em, you the type to fall for 'em
 City Girls, period
 But I need them commas
 I can wait in the car, I ain't trying to meet your mama
 Baguettes around my neck
 Pussy stay wet
 Call that nigga Keith
 All he do is sweat
 2020 vision
 Side bitch winning
 Coppin' us both
 Shit bitch, we twinnin'
 Jet black lace, wig long and it's curly
 Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
 We sharing that nigga, sis, don't be salty
 I like the way he ate this ass
 Tell that nigga "Call me"
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You made him bae, I fucked him first
 I took his check, you got a purse
 He pay my bills, yo ass at work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 Uh
 I'm a rap bitch goals
 I could never get chose
 Bitch, he wanna be with me
 Yeah
 And he a rap nigga say he independent
 But I got him in a 360
 Trick something, he gon' pull up to the crib and lick something
 Every time I'm mad at him
 He gon' show up with something
 (Trap nigga) Got him buying gifts for my friends
 (Trap nigga) Make him spend his re-up on a Benz
 (Trap nigga) Do I really love him, it depends?
 (Trap nigga) Last one I hit up for a 10
 Ride on him, get up on that dick and take a spin
 Bae with me but I got a nigga paying rent
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You made him bae, I fucked him first
 I took his check, you got a purse
 He pay my bills, yo ass at work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
 Ain't that DJ chose over there?
 Look like DJ chose
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:06
Key
7
Tempo
95 BPM

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