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desman guapo - desman guapo - trynna do lyrics

[hook: desman guapo]
what you tryna do
stop playin’ these games
girl, you know that i need you
going out my way
just so i can see you
these haters talk down
but i only listen to you
girl

[verse 1: desman guapo]
what the f-ck u tryna do
stop wasting my time
man, i could be in stu
actually making money
i’m done wasting time with you
when i’m cashing all my checks
please don’t try to send me text
girl, what the f-ck is going is on
they like desman put me on
blowing up from one song
getting high, armstrong
dreamin’ ’bout you at night
kiss your lips soft, real nice
sit back and chill with you
that’s what i’m tryna do
sit back and chill with you
that’s what i wanna do
smoking a blunt in whip
sit back and don’t even trip
baby you know i like you
makin’ eye contact in school
sendin’ notes up in the cl-ss
when you bend over i look at your -ss
i just wanna grab that sh-t
close my eyes imagine it
now we bouncin’ in the
whip ’cause you know we lit as sh-t
baby, watch out fakes
they be comin’ after u
why don’t u just hear me out
got me going crazy
’bout tear my hair out
what u tryna do
baby i’m just trying love
and take care of you
please stop dubing my calls
man i lost up in the sauce
man i’m stuck up in zone
i don’t wanna be alone
girl, smoking that green
ya that picalio
stay with the smoke
like i’m grillen ho
in a blink of an eye
i’ll be famous though
i’m rapper ’cause i really i got different flows
by the time i’m makin racks u gon’ be in yo feelings ho
sorry i gave you a chance
but this is the end of your talent show

[verse 2: niiks]
what you tryna do tellin’ me you’ve been where i’m at it isn’t true
you couldn’t afford to walk miles up in my shoes, my givenchy or my louis, yea
tell me what you tryna do, yea
what you tryna do, tellin’ me you’ve where in at it just isn’t true
you couldn’t afford to walk miles up in my shoes, my givenchy or my louis, yea
tell me what’s the move, i’m just steady grindin’, i’m trying to get loot
back on perfect timin’ my watch is covered in jewels
i’m just lightin’ up the booth, yeah
touch me, put you in the news, yeah
you know i just been tryna stay on track
when i was down you wouldn’t hit me back
north to the south, got desman on the track
holdin’ down these other rappers whack
f-ckin’ around will get your body bagged
when i’m around you better have a strap, yeah
not afraid to hit you back, yeah
hold up, we go up 008 to nona
you f-cked up, try smoke us
what you say won’t hold us
i’m in the back with a cold cup
you hear my tag and it blows up
pullin’ some racks then i post up
callin’ me back wants her throat f-cked
everyone bangin’ with this
n0body tryin’ to come for my neck, yeah
i’m tryna bag on that b-tch
now i be gettin’ the checks for my stress, yeah
act like you havin’ some sh-t
really you broke and i flex
i went from rags to the riches
don’t need to tell you i’m next, yeah

[hook: desman guapo]
what you tryna do
stop playin’ these games
girl, you know that i need you
going out my way
just so i can see you
these haters talk down
but i only listen to you
girl

- desman guapo lyrics

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