Lyrics Try Again Tomorrow - J. Stalin

Pull up in my whip, like come here lil' mama
Not you, I was talkin' to your partner
Yeah you, why you keep playing games?
I see you all the time, you won't tell me your name
I just wanna know if you think pleasure is pain
Have you ever did it in the rain
Do you like D-Boyz? Do you smoke mary-jane?
I know you know my name, all the rippers talk about me
But they'll never tell a good about a nigga
All they ever tell is the hood about a nigga
Where your boyfriend at, I never seen you with a nigga
I know you like my swagga, cause you can't stop smiling
I'm bout whatever you bout, so mammi what you hollerin'?
I'm in your hair, every time you pass me
Cause I can never let a pretty face just pass me
If you was my boss you can sexual harass me
I try to holla, but she don't give me no play
I be on the block where she walk past everyday
I ain't gotta be your man, that pussy let me borrow
She said no but I'm a try again tomorrow
I need a name, a number, and an address
You playing hard to get like you a motherfucking actress
But lil' mama I can play that game too
I ain't trippin' I make women chase me too
Give it to them good, then they lase me boo
All I need is a night, all I need is a fight
Seven forty-seven, baby we could do it right
Squeeze me real tight when I'm up in the middle
I know I'm sweatin' a lot, put a nigga of skittles
Girl I got neighbors, put your face in the pillow
Hit it all night, in the mornin' ate cereal
Said she wasn't a freak but you know I didn't believe her though
I got in right where I fitted
Lil' mama she was on me like it fitted
Yeah, she know a nigga stay kiddin',
Say I was gon' hit it and man I hit it
Lil mama I heard you fucking with a bitch nigga
You pulled up in his car, and I be like you with this nigga
You need to step your game, never fuck with a rich nigga
I rap now but I use to push kicks nigga
Every time you see me I'm in brand new kicks nigga
Lil' mama you been on my mind lately
I've seen you in them shorts and that ass looking cakey
You get me in a room, baby girl you gon' rape me
Get the camera and videotape me
My baby mama, two kids couldn't brake me
I gave you my number but you don't ever use it
I just want you and your two-piece in the jacuzzi
See you in the turf and I'm feelin' on your booty
I can make you feel like the girls in the movies
I stay fly in that brand new Gucci
I finally hit it and it was real juicy
I ain't gotta be your man, that pussy let me borrow