Lyrics You Tried It - City Girls

You Tried It

Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked 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
2020 vision
Side bitch winning
Coppin' us both
Shit bitch
We twinnin'
Jet black lace
Wig long
And its curly
Calling up Barbara
Bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis
Don’t be salty
I like thew way
He ate this ass
Tell that nigga
Call me
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked 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' 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 fucked 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