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letra de don’t make me try - evilthechosen

[intro: dejaneiro]
(try try try try try try)
(don’t make me try try try try try try)
(try try try try try try)
(don’t make me try try try try try)
dejaneiro

[hook: evilthechosen & deek!ller]
try try, don’t make me try
try try, don’t make me try
try try, don’t make me try

[verse 1: deek!ller]
try करू उड़ता मै गिरता फिर चलता
ग्राइंड करू रोज़ तभी k!ll मै हू करता
ill मै हू काफी तभी sick मै हू लगता
aim तुझे घंटा नही rapper क्या बनना
flow काफी cold on करले heater
पर चादर फैलाना तू अपनें पैर पर
लेके मैं निकला इस beat को सैर पर
murder मै करू no felony देख अब
बातें भी लगेंगी तुझे सही
दिखे जो जरूरी वो तो असलियत नही
booth मे घुसके करते fire शब्द
तेरी नीयत ही जाली और कायर रक्त
अपने quarter और ego को side रख
मेरा ego है higher than hard drugs
if you f-ck around, no alcohol
but बदले मे दूंगा तुझे chips and rounds (yeah)
गाने तेरे सुने मैने
छोड़ दे तू करना rap
मां कसम straight है facts
game मे तू करता lack
overtake करू game पूरा
नाम मे नि तीन है “h” पर
married to the game मै जैसे
last name मेरा mcmahon (huh)
ढूंढू जब भी competition दिखता नहीं आसपास
घास जले studio है जैसे बना hauz khas
evil मेरे साथ पर मै evil worshipper नही
evil तेरे अंदर और तू evil worshipper ही
evil मेरे साथ साथ वैसे अभी भी
evil with deek!ller जैसे आग मे हो घी
music गटोरते 808s with some keys
opps getting k!llеd last name जैसे kennedy-k!llеr
[refrain: evilthechosen]
all i hear people talking sh-t about me
what do they expect? don’t they see
how far i’m pushin’ my pen
they want me to lose
they want me to lose

[verse 2: evilthechosen]
losing ain’t an option for me
i don’t make rapper tier lists
i put rappers on my hitlist
you a f-cking n0body who sucks at rap
who you to ask me where my success at
you a f-cking disappointment
i’m appointed for your sales
doctor’s appointment
no ointment for your ls (for your ails)
my lines are getting hot
cuz my rhymes so sick (it’s lit)
they said somethings f-cked in my psyche
and i only eat spicy, when my lips are chaped

[hook: evilthechosen]
try try, don’t make me try
try try, don’t make me try
try try, don’t make me try
[refrain: evilthechosen]
all i hear people talking sh-t about me
what do they expect? don’t they see
how far i’m pushin’ my pen
they want me to lose
they want me to lose
want me to lose
they want me to lose
want me to lose

[verse 3: evilthechosen]
yeah, but i won’t lose
so many times i have proved
anyone can fight me
jordan or manuel
whatever your name is
yeah automatic l
my music mix of illmatic and lil wayne
throw me in some fivio foreign and some carti
’cause i’m off the grid like a misfit
i fit but never miss (a fit b-tt never miss)
and i run this sh-t
like a toilet tracker
uh, is that even a thing? (yeah)
she say she don’t feel the heat
neither from my newer cool sh-t
well ’cause i planet to be habitable
i push myself harder than i last did
make me try
i win and you look stupid
[outro: evilthechosen]
(hmm)
try, try
try, try
don’t make me try
don’t make me try
try, try
try, try
try, try
don’t make me try

[instrumental: dejaneiro]

- evilthechosen

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