Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Try Again , by - Chris Travis. Release date: 28.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Try Again |
| Ayy water, water ayy ayy |
| Water ayy ayy |
| Water drip drip ok |
| Drip ayy ayy |
| Drinkin' on water I’m smokin' this in |
| She wanna' fuck me bitch do not pretend |
| I was in Memphis I’m cookin' pinch |
| Now you niggas just wanna' be friends |
| Holdup I’m taking this in |
| New to the shore, and I’ve been for the win |
| Can’t love a hoe, I’m not holdin' no hands |
| I just might right at the rim |
| some grams |
| Fuck up my set cuz' I’m smokin' my strength |
| Niggas be talkin' but don’t got no hands |
| I don’t pretend cuz I know who I am |
| Damn she said that I’m weird |
| All of the niggas she with disappear |
| Coppin' the Porches, switchin' the gears |
| Through with my money wipe up my tears |
| Sippin' day through the night, live in the light it make you blind |
| Grindin' day through the night and if you ain’t don’t waste my time |
| You can fake it if you wanna' I’m myself and I don’t mind |
| She can tell me where she wanna, but her soul is all mines |
| Bitch, I’m a tick, give a fuck 'bout this shit |
| Been at war myself, since a kid, won’t forget |
| Bitch, I’m a tick, give a fuck 'bout this shit |
| Been at war myself, since a kid, won’t forget |
| Bitch I’mma beast with no manners |
| Hide your pussy |
| Sparkin' that pano |
| My bitch she need a Beretta |
| Speed in a foreign I left with, back to the schedule |
| Ride like a Tesla |
| Pockets on work bitch, I’m wanted in Texas |
| Niggas don’t want it they |
| All of these hundreds, I don’t gotta' stretch it |
| pop out the cut like I’m Freddy |
| Taking your bitch in a second |
| Nigga be ready |
| Imma' get hit in a second |
| She comin' back for some more because she’s ready for seconds |
| I want that car, like Bentley |
| I turn you up if you let me |
| Hotter than the motherfuckin' concrete I’m great |
| Drinkin' on that promethazine like a shake |
| You niggas ain’t built and you made out of shape |
| And I’m running laps around you I won’t ever take a break |
| Hopped in my car I was headed to the bank |
| Lookin' at the stars all a nigga had was faith |
| Imma' keep it plain you and niggas ain’t the same |
| Tryna hop up in my lane be a way to get exchanged |