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I'm Trynna Yeah - slowed
Xanman
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Woo, woo, woo
I'm talkin' my shit, I got my stick (yeah)
You not gon' click
If a nigga don't know me then he better know (yeah)
I got a paper cutter as far as the shredder go (yeah)
They say Hell is hot, nigga, is Heaven cold? (yeah)
My nigga used to cook dope, get a better stove
I got a new Gucci coat, this ain't Fashion Nova
She said she want to settle down, I can take her soft (yeah)
Plain Jane on my wrist, like where the Patek go? (Yeah)
I got a bitch in the trap, where the mattress go? (Yeah)
Big Xan always going to talk his shit (yeah)
Stick in the party, Like who started it? yeah
Big 40 on me like he targeted (yeah)
Don't get a feature, I ain't locking it (yeah)
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
Ooh I been, Cartier frames on my eyelids
Hol' up, huh, got a bad bitch want some Louis now
Christian Dior, Louibi' now
Got the Cartier frames in the Louis pouch
Got a bad bitch with her whole booty out
Got a bad bitch coming in my house, yeah
You got all the money, nigga kick it out yeah
Heard you got a boyfriend, I do not care
Baby arch your back, put it in your mouth, yeah
We are not together, baby I'm just tryna yeah
Hit it from the back, let me pull on your hair
Nigga in the kitchen like he cooking small fries
23 in the clip like the bald guy
I got a South East bitch just tell me "Aww bye"
You know I'm just tryna yeah then you all mines
Yeah baby, yeah they all mines
Feelin' like Stunna, I'm just tryna hit you four times
Explore your body, baby you can be my tour guide
She want a chubby nigga, she don't want a tall guy
I got a big 50 extension when it's war time
I take you in the trenches, don't get in the crossfire
Too many Cartier's they thought that I was cross eyed
I got your girl and I'm tryna hit it one time
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah
I'm tryna yeah, stroke it like yeah
Hit it like yeah, I'm tryna yeah, I'm tryna yeah