LIL WAYNE - Try Me Lyrics

Feat. Mack Maine

When it comes to the drugs
When we’re shopping payless
Shorty I told you many times
That the whole bed is wet
I think I’m the blood man with the remix
Let’s get an amine
Get an amine
Can I get an amine?
You buy all them guns
Nobody diggin’
Catch your pussy ass and trap it
Got your bitch on her knees
Lookin’ like she’s reckless
Like I can’t trust my eyes
I can’t trust the click I rap on
And if I see them on the streets
I have to treat them as a rival
I’m a pleasure to your eyes
Don’t supply
Poor momma she never bought me nothing
I got a movie
Get in bed and bring some popcorns
And I got something really hot here
Like my hip-hop
And this little red dot here that helps me get the spot on
Playing with the bullets

Hold up we tem boys
We them rider boys
I hold the pistol side ways
And shoot
That’s the style point
Minister society
Minister myself though
Been but don’t break
My niggaz call me elbow
You don’t want no problem
I’m a problem
I got fucking problems
Bad bitch on top of me
She started from the bottom
On the corner
Got to shoot the red one nigga to put a mouse trap
Shoot at me and I’mma smile back and then I pull back
I’’ll flip you over like a kayak
Her favorite color ruby
Made enough to quit
But I keep on coming with excuses
Trip a late dick
That’s amazing and amusing
I’m sedated and I’m on security
I’m the best and I’m improving
Put my baby momma
And if I die
Then I guess she did right
Catch me walkin’ on this moetherfuckin’ water nigga
I catch her pussy ass at the red light

You gonna hit that blocker
That blocker
I represent my killers like Johnny Cock
We kidnap mommas and Taylors
We don’t give a fuck if they have us abducted
Breathe more in silence for Chris Wallace
So the slim pot pimps see
I hope they’re smiling
But we got that plane and wi-fi
I’ m so sorry for the wait

Raise your legs girl
I’m trying to break the head boy
I want the whole dodge low
My Chinese girl want some blunts and some yakking’
She escort us so we don’t fuck on her Versace
My whole poo escaped
We young money mafia
We rap what we rap
Tryin’ to shout out my name
And I’ll prepare my step

Please get you a grip
And I bet you’ll rest in peace
When I’ll let this bitch rip them
Money runnin’ like the water
Check the cash flow
And we fuck like potato assholes
And make sure the kids get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said she a Mag maniac
And her sister loves too
She a wainiac

It’s like she’s 2 different persons
She be chillin’
She be cursin’
Cry river, spurt an ocean
Fuck fast in slow motion
Man I know soldiers
That are proud of me
Man I know soldiers
That are proud of me

They caught fiber glass on his lake
I ain’t apologetic
But sorry for the wake

They caught fiber glass on his lake
I ain’t apologetic
But sorry for the wake
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