City Girls - You Tried It Lyrics

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You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
You made him bae, I f*cked 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
20/20 vision, side bitch winning
Coppin' us both, shit bitch, we twinnin'
Jet black lace wig long and it's curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis, don't be salty
I like the way, he ate this ass, tell that nigga, call me

You tried it hoe, that shit ain't work
You made him bae, I f*cked 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' 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 f*cked 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)