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I Try (feat. Lil Tuke)
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I Try (feat. Lil Tuke) è stato pubblicato il 16 dicembre 2021 da Brokezy Productions LLC. come parte dell'album Demons Shining
16 dicembre 2021
EtichettaBrokezy Productions LLC.
LinguaEnglish
BPM67
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Money got longer
Cause I keep an Uzi
The one in my pocket
And the one right through me
I got peeps on the streets
While they're hooping
While I stay on the block
And I'm shooting
Too much will leave your ass bleeding
My metaphors they be crazy like if I was inleading
Yo' bitch she be thirsty she drank all my semen
I'm bombing this beat but Osama bin leaving
It's crazy to shank
But I'm making my bank
My music you crank
But on the block, you be jealous
I mix my own shit cause I'm overzealous
I'm teaching these beats
Like if it were these lessons
Stay on the block toting' up smith and Wesson
Shot him in his face
He was bleeding confessions
His head must be medal from the way we be welding
Stuck in the furnace cause' you know he be smelting
Leave me on read
Imma leave you on dead
Shot him in the head
The first two were just blanks
The next two yea they were all just shanks
He must be smoking we leave his ass baked
6 feet yea he's down in his grave
6 feet yea I'm down in your mom
She told me transform like Megatron
Call of Duty the way that I spawn
Perc's and the pills the shit he be on
Jump in the pussy its wet like a pond
You can get worked like nails at salon
And I'm rolling this pack like my new front lawn
And what the hell do you be doing
I'm running this block
And I'm skipping like straight to conclusions
I'm disappearing on this track like illusion
You run up on me and I'm starting up movements
Yea, and I try
And I try
But I'm not satisfied
Now get out my face or you finna die
I don't care about hot beef
Cause you know I'm staying as cold
As this mufuckin' ice
Now bitches be bad
You know I don't stay nice
But that's how I be right
Yea
But that's how I be right bitch
We in the building we fuck it up
I got the money the commas we run it up damn
Stacking this paper till it hits the ceiling
All these bitches they feelin' feelings
Feeling up real
Ok I might just go sign a deal
I'm in the fields, I'm in the hills
Oh damn, you know that I'm real
No, Im not fake
Not with the jakes
Sike nah I'm playing
I'm not with the snakes
Know Just keeping it real
Like the diamonds
That cut on my wrist
And you know that they snake
Woah I'm playing you know that they shaky
Ok yea these bitches they hate me
Sike nah I'm playing
But they can't relate
Woah oh, they need a date
I want the money
I go and get it
Your girl is at the crib
And she wit' it
I'm getting lit
We with the shits
And your girlfriend
Pops out with the cliques
We taking flicks for the gram
All of these bitches don't give a damn
Feeling like Hoover you know I got the damns
Damn woah get off my mans
Get off my neck
Get out my face
Fore' I slap you
Right in your mitt
Right in your mitt
You is a bitch
Crashing your shit
Crashing your whip
Crashing your whip
Right in a bridge
All of these bitches they all on my shit
I am the kid
I am so lit
They can't fuck with me cause I'm legit
Written by: Brett Lowers
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