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lirik lagu try me (remix) – tink

[chorus]
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’ma get him gone like illuminati
cause we ain’t playing up in chicago
30 make him yell like he a soprano
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’ma shoot his face like a picture id
let them know that we ain’t playing up in chicago
lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes

[verse 1]
pop a n-gga frame like he was a garter
run up in his crib like mr. rogers
flip his -ss quick put him in gymnastics
b-tch we go to war like we being drafted
tell lil durk let’s have a party with my lil shawtys
we ain’t getting drunk, but they bringing 40s
i could murder with my fashion you n-ggas lacking
about to drop a body feel like i’m contracting
better be rushing to the bank walking like a model
your man give me neck till i feel his tonsils
my lil homie got the tech loaded for you b-st-rds
bet he touch a n-gga like say a pastor
they say i be slaying on my kim k, where my corset?
youngest b-tch f-cking up these streets like my name was north west
my b-tches don’t want to talk like a case of strep throat
we rather just get up on it, word to f-cking dej loaf
bullets clear you out your brain now you need a mentor
blow a n-gga down like he in a windstorm
all i do is say the word they be running over
k!ll a n-gga in a week call it that ebola

[bridge]
and ohhh
way to many n-ggas focused on
where i be at
who i be with
and what i do

[verse 2]
take your baby out like it was his born day
leave a p-ssy wet like we having foreplay
i’m really having sh-t that’s why b-tches mad though
have you ever seen amounts longer than your zip code?
i ain’t never had a problem with spending benjies
lean upon myself, rest in peace to pimp c
got a pocket full of notes
pay my shooter like d. rose
i could blow a couple g’s
racked up no double d’s
may give him a taste
n-gga like muhammad, he say it’s the bomb
but i’m not islamic
you know i’m from the chi, where they bang corners
heads upon the ground like we tossing quarters
talking all the tough sh-t, that rough sh-t
you gone stumble up and get f-cked with
can’t roll with these weak hoes
these n-ggas sweeter than duck lips
pulled up in that tinted truck
they gone smoke some like ganja
doing all that d-ckriding, you still driving that honda?
i’m offended, stop pretending
i don’t play about my blood like a diabetic
f-ck n-ggas, something i do not condone
swear to god
the only thing i’m waiting on

- tink

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