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