DeJ Loaf - Try Me (Official Remix) lyrics

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DeJ Loaf - Try Me (Official Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jeezy] My Eastside n***as, my [?] n***as, my PA n***as Got shooters on the Westside and the Southwest Ask 'em what the target is, they say it's yo' chest n***a [Hook: DeJ Loaf] (x2) Let a n***a try me, try me I'mma get his whole mothaf**in' family And I ain't playin' with nobody f** around and I'mma catch a body [Verse 1: Jeezy] Let a n***a try me, try me I'mma have this muhf**a singin' like a hostage If I ever took two slugs to the body Just promise me you'll put some Avion in my IV What you know about that broad day in the morning? n***a come and split ya melon, n***a, while you yawnin' Make a pretzel out ya auntie house just to get yo' cuz' n***a Got mine off the stove, I ain't f**in' wit' no oven n***a I was raised in the field, I ain't got no chill Still ridin' wit' that *click* like I ain't got no deal I'm in love with the coco, [?] See this why I told my wrist, these b**hes watch it like it's p**no From where they finger f** that F&H just like it's a freaky b**h 12 watchin' surveillance tape just like it's a freaky flick Where we at, they count they money, now Tommy in the club Told my n***a "Grab them choppers n***a don't forget ya glove" [Hook] [Verse 2: DeJ Loaf] Tommys, macks and choppers bring that b**h up out him Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking While she be gettin' fly, b**h I do this often We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins Leave a n***a swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean They say "DeJ got the juice", yeah I got that potion, whoa And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me Choppers scream, you go down on me, whoh I'll get her on my song, I was just like "free Remy" All these b**hes throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] Just let a n***a try me, bet I'll be Wit' a school bus full of muhf**as ridin' Wit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me Fully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me But I promise I'll be damned I let a n***a rob me I'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze But I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah Gon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit Yeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about No use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now Aye, you violate, we demonstrate n***a Hustle Gang over everything I ain't like them n***as anyway Aye, they bankroll is my dinner plate See a f** n***a on the interstate I'll fire his a** up then get away And full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished But my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished So just let a n***a [Hook]