Lyrics:
Ain't that dj chose over there?
Look like dj chose
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You made him bae, I f**ked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
It's the dog in 'em
I'm in the mall with 'em
I'm a trick with 'em
You the type to fall for 'em
City Girls period but I need them commas
I can't wait in the car, I ain't trying to meet your mama
Baguettes around my neck, p**sy stay wet
Call that n**ga keith, all he do is sweat
2020 vision, side b**ch winning
Coppin' us both, sh*t b**ch, we twinnin'
Jet black lace, wig long and its curly
Calling up Barbara, b**ch this Shirley
We sharing that n**ga sis, don't be salty
I like the way he ate this ass, tell that n**ga call me
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You made him bae, I f**ked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
Uh, I'm a rap b**ch goals
I can never get chose
B**ch he want to be with me
Yeah, and he a rap n**ga
Say he independient but I got him in a 360
Trick something he gon' pull up to the crib and lick something
Everytime I'm mad at him he gon' show up with something
Trap n**ga! Got gim buying gifts for my friends
Trap n**ga! Make him spend his re-up on a Benz
Trap n**ga! Do I really love him it depends?
Trap n**ga! Last one I hit up for a 10
Ride on him, get up on that d!ck and take a spin
Bae with me but I got a n**ga paying rent
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You made him bae, I f**ked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
You tried it, h03, that sh*t ain’t work
Ain't that dj chose over there?
Look like dj chose
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