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rjmrla - try me (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: rj]
let a n-gga try me i got 30 in this .40, i let ’em go
and then go promote my party, make sure everybody hear like radio
i need so much cash to get blackballed
girl pour that champagne in my bathwater
slow it down cuz my lifetime seems fast foward
i been paranoid, but ain’t my worries about you category
i’m getting bigger still i fit in any picture

[hook: rj]
don’t try me, cuz i be down to shoot it out in a f-ckin’ lobby
i got cases i’m just tryna put behind me
shout out my big homies, free my n-gga [?]
bad b-tches getting smashed by the homies
i got cheese, she rat for the macaroni
n-ggas say they real, you gone have to show me
and if i ever get a deal, it include the whole team

[verse 2: rj]
ok that’s my dog, that’s my n-gga
i remember riding ’round with him in beamers, twisting fingers
all we had was shake the steam up like a seizure
flyer than a motherf-ckin femur
i can shoot a semis, no crimey
had a threesome with your b-tch, that’s a double hommi
cuz i k!lled the p-ssy and i caught a body
f-cked up and gave them hoes my number now them b-tches stalkin’
now what you know bout wear the same sh-t for five days
i throw some ones she get a rain check, that weather changed
i come from servin’ out the vacant
it’s turned up, i’m adderall
i cannonball i swim in it
wake up tomorrow morning and they still with it
p-ssy so good, might sign my deal in it
my juice got a pill in it

[hook: dej loaf]
let a n-gga try me, try me
i’mma get his whole motherf-ckin’ family
and i ain’t playin’ with n0body
f-ck around and i’mma catch a body

let a n-gga try me, try me
i’mma get his whole motherf-ckin’ family
and i ain’t playin’ with n0body
f-ck around and i’mma catch a body

[verse 3: yg]
try me, try me
my n-ggas with that bullsh-t shootin’ shots like scotty
my bank account got o’s like the front of audis
big gat in my lap, try to come and rob me
no i ain’t no ho n-gga, no b-tch n-gga
rich n-gga with them sh-ts n-gga, get you chipped n-gga
i put that on my soul, my whole body
[?] shoot the chopper hittin’ everybody

this the motherf-ckin’ label
f-ck you pay me, robbin’ lately
gettin’ money, no more sp-ce in my safe
this sh-t is startin’ to get brazy
sleeping in coldest situations
all these dead president faces
in my pockets while i blink this sh-t is startin’ to scare me
cuz n-ggas change when they get that money
truth be told[?]
n-gga try me if you want to
bullets like ebola, k!ll you soon as they get on you n-gga
i got that 9 milli n-gga that .45zy that tech 9zy n-gga
try me n-gga

[hook: dej loaf]

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