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Featuring Ya Boy & Young B Ok now try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Got my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Send my snickers right, my fee’s the price Done doubled up and we eat rice So try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya See my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Like I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) That right, I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) Try me nigga, I dare ya My mic’s on, I air ya Heard that raw carry that strawberry 18, as Darryl Got this bad bitch named Carol Get that work off and berged off White girl, that’s Cheryl Crowe Make that pussy berk All this paper, I’m on it Letras de cancionesSmoking on that home grown shit No paper work, ain’t own shit My lawyer say I don’t owe shit Pull up on you like oh shit Cause you’re the ones, that old shit Ain’t seen these since ‘93 Been that nigga since ‘06 Suck me good, that’s brain power My watch cost cocaine powder Bitch I’m straight up sharry 19 bottles, 8 hours Piff G got that Mac Steel I UPS them packs for real For the cheese we catching racks PPG, we try for real Now hold up, I ain’t through yet Heard that I ain’t blew yet Model sit in in my DM I done gotta have my blue check BCC, that hype is real Use to serve them hykes for real H O T R 3: Kim Jong Ill Ok now try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Got my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Send my snickers right, my fee’s the price Done doubled up and we eat rice So try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya See my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Like I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) That right, I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) Nigga try me, I dare ya Need to work I sell ya Hit me on my cell, if you ain’t got the dough I can’t help you move That white girl like my tellby My white bitch be on that white shit Man she gon ride for a nigga, no license I’m the future bitch, no psychic I be rolling round with paper We’re probly on our way to staples I cheer for the white now cause see for the Lakers I only roll swishas, I don’t fuck with papers I only like bitches, I don’t fuck with haters Now break that down like a math problem You send the hoes, I’ll pimp the hoes Beat my bitch like Chad Johnson 4-5 girls got man off 4-5 girls got stash boxes Got a weed habit and a Xan problem My Twitter page got fans on it My Instagrams got grams on it Money tall, come stand on it That bitch got a big ole booty And I’m gon put my hands on it Girl you know my car black, I wear all black and all leather I fuck ones who don’t talk back to leach out of my contacts I’m so fly my plane gone Buzzing out so my name known I roll up, get my flame on Don’t give a fuck if them lames on Girl, I don’t care Ok now try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Got my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Send my snickers right, my fee’s the price Done doubled up and we eat rice So try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya See my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Like I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) That right, I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) Aye try me nigga, I dare ya Just 40 inches to still ya You talk a lot, his fam good I don’t feel ya nigga, I hear ya Used to trap in front of that building, Now I got a Louie pouch I put pills in When I met the pussy I killed it She be on her period and you still here You so nasty nigga, you square You lame, we ain’t the same God bless ya, mention my name But I come get your bitch, she just came Lit a blunt wrapped and dipped in my range Nigga your money young, Lil Wayne Yo bitch my passenger, switch lanes I don’t even fuck the bitch, I get brain Richest nigga on my block now Damn sun set, with my top down My nigga slap head, I mean Glocks round Mitch black car, we got it locked now Bitch, see your ass to emergency Name my trap that ain’t heard of me Got the purple Sprite with the purple leaf My weed strong like Hercules You called Jerome bet it’s for that loud pack If you talkin levish then I’m bout that You ain’t talkin cheese, American Gorgon Zola, Monterrey Jack I’m talkin dough, I’m talkin bread Fuck rap, I’mma talk instead I move with goblins like walking dead You try to squash then it’s off the head Ok now try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Got my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya Send my snickers right, my fee’s the price Done doubled up and we eat rice So try me nigga, I dare ya Try me nigga, I dare ya See my young niggas, they ridin Have yo mama singing man hell ya Like I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) That right, I’m going up behind her (going up behind er) From Letras Mania