You Tried It - City Girls

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, your ass at work

You tried it, ho, that shit ain’t work

You tried it, ho, 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 its curly

Calling up Barbara

Bitch this Shirley

We sharing that nigga, sis

Don’t be salty

I like thew 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, your ass at work

You tried it, ho, that shit ain’t work

You tried it, ho, 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' 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, your ass at work

You tried it, ho, that shit ain’t work

You tried it, ho, that shit ain’t work

Ain’t that DJ chose over there?

Look like DJ chose