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Chris Brown & Young Thug – I Ain’t Trying Lyrics

I Ain’t Trying By Chris Brown & Young Thug

[Chris Brown & J. Cole]
(You good, T-Minus?)
When I try to walk away, it’s like I ain’t try
When I try to walk away, seems like I ain’t try (Oh, na-na-na-na)
Seems like I ain’t try, ain’t even try (Oh man)
And made me do it a thousand times
Yeah, you’ve done me (Oh)

Lovin’ can hurt, but you patch up, baby (Oh-oh)
Caught me walkin’, talkin’, patched up, baby (Oh-oh)
I wanna know is it flirtin’, you back up, baby (Is it flirtin’? Back up, oh)
Slimin’ down a Seven-Up, baby (Oh-oh)
If everything about you is a lie
Then I just wanna be disguised, oh
And if what they said was true and you was lyin’
Darlin’, then I tell you, that I will always speak us now (Woah)
Still away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah
Didn’t your momma teach you way back in the day
Not to tryna to play hide and seek, yeah
Gettin’ bread for the long night
And n----- tell you how to make a mill in a week, yeah (Oh-oh)
Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (Oh)
Spent a half a mill’, on God, oh, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
She’s sativa, and she got head full of hair
Eyes bleedin’ with the sea, yeah
I never talk bad about her, I’d rather pray with her on my knees, yeah
Upgraded her dental, on GP, it cost a bird
Watch her constantly tell that she don’t need it (Baby, I’ma get it)

(Baby, it’s just)
Baby, I love you
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this
Know I’m here, don’t care

F-----’ under covers
Crazy, knowin’ I’ll burst
I cover you like covers
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign s--- in the bunk, babe (Oh-woah)
I can kill ’em, but, ma, don’t get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin’ good
I had blood on me, but didn’t give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don’t interrupt, baby (Ooh)

New price tag now, and I don’t even drive, yeah-yeah
What a bad b---- gon’ do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah
She can’t feel my pain, ask me, “Do it hurt?” Yeah-yeah
Before you f--- me over, I’ma do it first
(B----, I’m ahead of the curve)
Why leave open my self?
Break the things off my chest
Cryin’, she complainin’, yeah
You know it’s gang s---, yeah
Know this all baby worth
Enemies and the fiends gettin’ served
Say grace, bow your head
Baby, I’m a god, amen

Baby, it’s just
Baby, I love you (Oh)
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe, if I say this (If I say this, baby)
Know I’m here, don’t care

F-----’ under covers (Ooh)
Crazy, knowin’ I’ll burst (Yeah)
I cover you like covers (Oh, you, woah)
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign s--- in the bunk, babe (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can kill ’em, but, ma, don’t get out the truck, baby (Yeah)
And I tell you somethin’ good
I had blood on me, but didn’t give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don’t interrupt, baby (Ooh, oh)