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jay fendi - try me lyrics

[intro]
yo? ayo, fendi, when you droppin’ the track bro?
i’m in the studio right now, bro
heard it bro, drop that sh+t bro
alright, i’ll let you know. (palaze, what you cookin’?)

[verse]
i won’t let n0body try me
from my [?], (mm+mm) i got bullets right beside me
from my draco, (grrt+boom) i got n+ggas catching bodies
if i say so, and these b+tches all around me
tryna play low, (mm+mm) i’m with my n+gga [?]
call him bando, (bando) bullets always be my side piece
i can’t move alone, (no, no) i got n+ggas tryna find me
walkin’ with my hoodie on, [?] catching bodies
k!lling to be living long (yeah)
i’m the prince of my city, yeah, i’m the prince of this sh+t
and if a n+gga ever try me, i’ma spin on his b+tch
can’t believe they did my grimy, i’ma pull up with a clip
and if a n+gga do me dirty, i’ma show him how i [?] (mm+mm)
don’t care about no opps, catch ’em [?] on the block
n+ggas [?], ’til they see me wit’ a chop, uh (baow)
’til they see me wit’ a chop, uh, mm
this my city, i don’t care ’bout what they say
i got the semi, i don’t care if they gon’ hate (mm+mm)
i ain’t [?], i’m just tryna get this food up out my plate
made my momma happy, now i gotta get myself [?] (yeah)
i got this in the bag, i ain’t playin’ any games (no, no)
i don’t know why them n+ggas mad, i be stuntin’ in they face (no, no)
i did this without dad, mama had me in my lane (no, no)
i just wanna get this bag, i don’t care about the fame (no)
see, i was down inside the trenches, n+ggas hating from the benches
n+ggas acting like they gang, but i notice that they ain’t sh+t yet (no, no)
i came from the block, where n+ggas [?] (no, no)
that’s that hood where n+ggas reckless, f+ck you up and then they flex
i been hitting l!cks, took a n+gga b+tch
took her for a spin, took her to the crib
she call me daddy, we just kiss (yeah)
drop a [?] and we spin (yeah)
n+ggas really be too b+tch, b+tches calling me the sh+t (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, she wanted me all up inside her ocean (ocean)
i don’t wanna f+ck, i just want devotion (‘votion)
she said she wanna get it raw, but i told her i need a trojan
catching hiv, shorty, you better get to chokin’ (chokin’)
she gave me [?], i was playin’ on the block
she was jackin’ on my n+gga, so i had to [?]
cracked a brother in the mouth, and she ain’t caring ’til he drop
n0body knows what i’m ’bout, so don’t you yell that n+gga’s soft, uh

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