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letra de don't try - j. maltez & tim saunders

[intro: tim saunders]
you’re listening to don’t try, on clszn, don’t you dare dare touch that dial n-gga, look

[hook x2: j. maltez (tim saunders)]
wrist so, icey (wrist)
fist so, fly (so fly)
benzo, high speed (skrrr)
when i, drive (i drive)
spit so, lighting (yeah)
get those, vibes (those vibes)
no one, like me (nope!)
so don’t try (don’t try)

[verse 1: j. maltez]
in the spur of the moment, imma head out to kauai
blazing all these trails, got that evan turner life
got that n-gga in my wallet, yeah that one that flew a kite
when i spit a new rhyme, it ain’t never two alike
yeah i seen what you was like when n-ggas was side tripping
before you slide in, stay the f-ck outta my business
n-gga i’m chilling, decide when i get 5 minutes
on a break, i was cooped up, now i’m sly with it
started at the bottom, now a n-gga rising up
i can only be the one, like i’m missing nine digits
all these n-ggas wanna buy sh-t and try be fly with it
but they really in malaysia, cause they f-cking flight missing
i’m the right n-gga to fight villains in white linen
and they never get no women like the f-cking vikings, and imma
go crazy with this famous act
i got my head in the books, so just face the facts
i got b-tches wiggin’ out, lebron james is back
got b-tches wiggin’ out like i ain’t lace the track
with more hard sh-t, where my chasers at?
oh they too meek, like a dreamchasers track, uh
yeah, a dreamchasers track
i’m composing all these lyrics, yeah i’m made for that
uh, yeah, and i came to stack
put my soul on the track, where the laces at
yeah, woah, imma make em clap
see my song never end, no it ain’t a wrap
yeah, look, we pointing fingers back
saying “f-ck you” to us? it’s the same exact, b-tch

[hook x2]

[verse 2: tim saunders]
coa… lescence
that’s that… fire
no ex… ceptions
them boys… fly
on tour like we golfing
chip skylar, my n-gga we flossing
stone cold stunter man i feel like i’m austin
we just two number ones, like we on
kyrie irving’s new jersey in boston
i am the punchline king for a reason
coalescence season so cold it got n-ggas freezing
yuh, we just leave em like we neeson
j in the whip and he start it, then skrr
then pull up and park it, the b-tches say “woo” just like charlotte
we hop out like security like “that’s the artists”
we hop on that stage everyone go r-t-rded
they all wanna be around our circle just like the logo for target

and uh… they tell us run it back like i beg ya pardon

um… after the encore the fans tryna meet like that cold section in the market
so they waiting at the whip where we parked it, oh now we back to where we started

[hook x2]

- j maltez tim saunders

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