paroles de chanson Try Me - Tito Lopez

Back in this bitch with a vengence
Checking niggas name off my hitlist
See shit nigga don′t pretend
This flow ain't prettier than Eva Mendez
Know us, what your interest
I′m a Hendrix to these wack ass niggas on TV
Cause everybody know everywhere you go
Every fucking show Ya bitch niggas gon' see me
I make shit look easy
Came into the game, hanging out with legends
I put a state on my back
How you hatin' on that
Nigga thank God you in my presence
Need money like A-comics
Mix Rakim with a little Bit of Raekwon
In a whole different world
And I brought the whole boohoo
Lo′
We believing in what you do
You stay real, they sing fake
This loyalty, my shit royalty yeah
Yeah I can spend all day being kinky
Well our boys gotta eat crow
Used to be broke eating only chips at night
Now it′s 10$ toast and the 20$ eggs
And the black check suits
When I took my flight
But still I pray before I eat
Still I think before I speak
Still I drink before I drive
I ain't said I was perfect
If you want some bitch come find me
Cause I make it hard for you to stand as a man
Let alone stand by me
Ye, they let these real niggers in the building
Living out my dreams, mother fuck your feelings
Ye, they let these real niggers in the building
Living out my dreams, hands to the ceiling
Ye, they let these real niggers in the building
Living out my dreams, mother fuck your feelings
Ye, they let these real niggers in the building
Living out my dreams, hands to the ceiling
Riding round my city with a top back
Pulling tricks like I got a damn top hat
I ain′t here to make friends so you could stop that
I'm ahead of my time, turn the watch back
And if I want I cop that
Picture perfect can′t photoshop or crop that
I throw my shit drop with a heart
Like the hip hop lost and they trying to bring pop back
And I'm not that saying nigger that
I suck dick and kiss ass for a hand out
Trying to make it on my own
Oh that′s why I stand out
She wanna fuck when she see this face
But I pound her like Sissy H
I got her back home but she all on the phone
With her friends, girl you gotta see this place
And the day I ride, at 4 at night
When the freaks come out
I speak for the south
I speak my mind, see no crime
And if I'm here GPT gon' shine
And we gon′ grind ′til we die
I worked so hard nigga I could cry
If I could fly I wouldn't come down
I′d just see skies, I don't see no ground
Mother fuck your feelings this my dream
Mother fuck your feelings this my dream
Mother fuck your feelings this my dream
Mother fuck your feelings this my dream
Mother fuck your feelings this my dream
Mother fuck your feelings
Lopez, Lopez, where are you Lopez
Waiting for this album
Got me feeling like a dopehead