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City Girls – You Tried It Lyrics

You Tried It By City Girls

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 paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

It’s the dog in ’em
I’m in a mall with ’em
I’ma trick with ’em
You the type to fall for ’em
City girl 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, copping us both shit bitch we twinnin’
Jet black lace wig long and it’s curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this shirley
We sharing tat 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 fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

Uh, I’m a rap bitch goals
I can never get chose
Bitch he want to 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)
Di 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 paid my bills, your ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

Ain’t that dj chose over there
Look like dj chose