| Let a nigga try me, try me
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| I’ma get him gone like Illuminati
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| Cause we ain’t playing up in Chicago
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| 30 make him yell like he a soprano
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| Let a nigga try me, try me
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| I’ma shoot his face like a picture ID
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| Let them know that we ain’t playing up in Chicago
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| Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes
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| Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter
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| Run up in his crib like Mr. Rogers
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| Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics
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| Bitch we go to war like we being drafted
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| Tell Lil Durk let’s have a party with my lil shawtys
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| We ain’t getting drunk, but they bringing 40s
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| I could murder with my fashion you niggas lacking
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| About to drop a body feel like I’m contracting
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| Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model
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| Your man give me neck till I feel his tonsils
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| My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards
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| Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor
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| They say I be slaying on my Kim K, where my corset?
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| Youngest bitch fucking up these streets like my name was North West
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| My bitches don’t want to talk like a case of strep throat
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| We rather just get up on it, word to fucking Dej Loaf
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| Bullets clear you out your brain now you need a mentor
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| Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm
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| All I do is say the word they be running over
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| Kill a nigga in a week call it that ebola
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| And Ohhh
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| Way to many niggas focused on
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| Where I be at
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| Who I be with
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| And what I do
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| Take your baby out like it was his born day
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| Leave a pussy wet like we having foreplay
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| I’m really having shit that’s why bitches mad though
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| Have you ever seen amounts longer than your zip code?
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| I ain’t never had a problem with spending Benjies
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| Lean upon myself, rest in peace to Pimp C
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| Got a pocket full of notes
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| Pay my shooter like D. Rose
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| I could blow a couple G’s
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| Racked up no double D’s
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| May give him a taste
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| Nigga like Muhammad, he say it’s the bomb
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| But I’m not Islamic
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| You know I’m from the Chi, where they bang corners
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| Heads upon the ground like we tossing quarters
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| Talking all the tough shit, that rough shit
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| You gone stumble up and get fucked with
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| Can’t roll with these weak hoes
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| These niggas sweeter than duck lips
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| Pulled up in that tinted truck
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| They gone smoke some like ganja
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| Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that Honda?
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| I’m offended, stop pretending
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| I don’t play about my blood like a diabetic
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| Fuck niggas, something I do not condone
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| Swear to God
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| The only thing I’m waiting on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Try To Tell Me , by - Magik Markers. Song from the album Gucci Rapidshare Download, in the genre Иностранный рок