You Tried It

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



Credits
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Jatavia Johnson, Caresha Brownlee, Stanley Gabart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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