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letra de try me (freestyle) - king los

let a n-gga try me (try me)
put a hundred on his head thats a maserati
see me getting money wanna stand beside me
b-tch i ain’t got no friends all i got is family
be a episode of martin if you n-ggas try me
bruh man do you win or do you grimy
or have my b-tch pam waiting in your lobby
you know she go hard she sleep with the tommy
my little n-gga cole do this for a hobby
i tell him big shirley that’s a heavy body
all you n-ggas hoes, you don’t petrify me
if we can’t get to you, we hittin everybody
let a n-gga try me, try me
b-tch we servin’ cake, come and get a nine piece
yeah i keep my old dawg right beside me
n-ggas front like they a menace, then they turn to chauncey

[verse 1]

uh, speaking a chauncey i run the bill up
once i’m in my groove, you screwed, that’s a philip’s
h-ll yeah, i got up, and i’m still up
pop enough belaire to wake uncle phil up
weak n-ggas loud but the strong quiet
my n-ggas knock off pounds like lebron’s diet
ballin since doe or die was the anthem
movin piles, runnin’ suicides in the phantom
f-ck it, i think the ‘rari more sick
squares about to push my b-tton like atari joy stick
i go range on the weekend, cease like a wheat thin
faded ???
n-ggas f-cked up the game when they let you geeks in
i should crossover cause all you n-ggas is reachin
like these b-tches want yo time first
i tell a ho you can keep your p-ssy, what’s yo mind worth
all these n-ggas wanna shine first
n-ggas want the top but n0body wanna climb first
uh, i just multiply on these b-st-rds
n-ggas live in a box, you ain’t gotta buy ’em a casket
comin’ from my hood it ain’t very fun
how n-ggas get old fast but get buried young
and your city don’t wanna see you fly
i rep us b-tch, not me or i
when the crown equals my g ride
play ball or part three, that’s douglas projects, eastside
fans like the more they see, i dropped the mixtape g-5
six years later, got another deal, now a n-gga fly g-5
hit a coach up, get ’em in the game
finna post up, pivot in the lane
n-ggas insane, i just get to this change
you fix your mouth just to say that ridiculous sh-t like a b-tch, i eventually aim
mention my name, ain’t no b-tch in my name
look at me n-gga i figure you’d be inspired by all these riches and fame
name in the bright lights but y’all ain’t get the hype right
b-tch i’m every where but in the lame n-ggas eye sight
or in a b-tch n-ggas arm reach
yeah me and ya b-tch n-gga we in palm beach
i got you cut from your girl in advance
but why would i give a f-ck if the worlds in my hands
grippin the steering wheel of the rafe
she said a girl chill at her place
i said we can all ride baby, you know you need a third wheel when you race
homie, i know these loud n-ggas might hype you
but i’ll put a period on your life cycle
period. you a light cycle
n-ggas spot you at the pad and they might wipe you
b-tch n-gga adjust your volume
and save that tough talk for your album

[hook]

- king los

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