City Girls - You Tried It lyrics

Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose

You tried it ho, 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, yo 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 it's curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis, don’t be salty
I like the way he ate this ass
Tell that nigga "Call me"

You tried it ho, 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, yo 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' 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 ho, 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, yo 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 Choseff