Jacquees - Try Me (Quemix) lyrics

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Jacquees - Try Me (Quemix) lyrics

[Hook x2] Let a n***a try Quees, try Quees We gon k** his whole muhf**in family And I ain't playin with nobody f** around and imma get ya body [Verse 1] b**h I bought a 9, not a 40 Be the snitch, then we takin shmoney n***as know I'm on it, I on it I really mean it, I'm so unimportant Give [?] a tommy for all you dummies Leave his main b**h wet and horny You a oldhead, you spent all ya money Pulled straight up off the lot, put a pic on IG I hate fake b**hes, imma realist Got so many shoes, you should see my closet Rock that all black when we really mobbin Hop out like Snoop, we ain't cripwalkin f** is y'all sayin? b**h my hood love me Wesley Chapel Road, real n***as know me I been out my mind since they k**ed [?] Free my brother Gylon, man he just called me All these hoes love me, can't get em off me Only hit it one time, she won't stop callin FYB, that's still the squad, long time comin Poppin bottles, VIP, know yo hoe comin Even when I wasn't signed, I was still that n***a n***as see me, ridin round with C. Breezy, Lambo speeding Mind full of money, got yo b**h full of seamen Gettin all this money, fightin all these f**in demons Turn yo b**h into a relay, no track meet Have you singin like Maria, you f** with my family n***as steady hatin but they got em watchin $10,000, took my momma shoppin [Hook x2] [Verse 2] b**h I signed to Baby, no diapers Leave you with a sh**bag, big diapers I want more weed, and less liquor Leave your girl around me, then I'm probably gon hit her Signed to Cash Money last month Got a lotta money, I'm boutta stunt Imma young stunna, big blunts You can have a taste, if you want I'm my own shooter, I ain't gotta run [Hook x2]