Don't Gotta Try

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It's like whoa
Damn lil' mama don't pay to get in
And some niggas buy her drinks
She ain't even a ten
Okay, yeah, I'm hatin'
You ain't gotta fit in
And let's talk about them jeans
That that ass fit in
I can't tell if it's a style
How them jeans rippin'
But I can tell that you a star
And I ain't shooting my shot
It's like my jumper went broke
And ain't no time on the clock
Coach tellin' me to shoot
But I ain't even got the (what, what?)
Speakin' of The Rock
I ain't wrestlin' baby
But yo ass got me rock
How you speak to me baby (okay)
You ain't gotta fit in
You be poppin' lil' baby (okay)
You be with the cosmetics
That's so hot to me baby (okay)
That shit sexy, yeah , I ain't gone lie
Aye yeah,I'ma keep that right there
Yeah, keep that, say it again, come on bakpack
You ain't gotta fit in
You be poppin' lil' baby (let's go)
You be with the cosmetics
That's so hot to me baby
Too many colors in a watch
Look like a freeze pop
Yo bitch in a crop top
In my drop top
And gettin' top from the skeezer made her car stop
Money Team gettin' hot, can make an engine lock
Now a days, niggas pussy and they cherry pop
I bought her new ass
Now she got a new walk
I only hit it from the back
But now we f*ck with a mop
I went back to the past but it came with a cost
Gotta always watch your back
Like you checkin' for something
Couldn't kick it with some niggas
Like I'm Messi or something
She really wanna see my messages
She messy or something
I be driving reckless
Like I'm texting or something
Go girl, go girl, do ya dance
It's ladies night, you ain't even bring ya man
You just on the dance floor
And you twerking with some friends
You must be gifted
How you fit that in them pants
And I don't understand
Guess I don't need to understand, right?
Sick of niggas
They been tryna holla all night
Just hold tight
Know you want ya margarita, no ice
Lime slice hanging off the cup
That bih just right
Make ya dance to this
Uh, I'ma make you wanna dance to this
Aha ha ha ha
Cam a fool with it
She bite her lip like Miracle
Then act a fool with it
Said she never met a nigga this smooth with it
And you can bring ya home girl, if she cool with it
I don't mind it
I'm just saying, that my type of timing
And I don't worry 'bout the weather, I'll change the climate
And you so fine, I think God created you with diamonds
I ain't lying
You a star, so you shine the brightest
But you so slimy
That I know that you fucking spineless
Don't need a nigga
You just do as act of kindness
Finer than yo fine cousin
And she be the finest
She from the tropics
And she came from the finest island
She be rocking
CC, like she with the Winans
Money Team on
Repeat, every time she driving
And she be on both feet
very time she ride me
Like Kawasaki, but don't mind
She gotta lil' mileage
Shawty got a good brain
She come straight come college
Every time she text me, "Hey"
I say, "What's the knowledge?"
Shawty know she bad, she the biggest problem
But she know that Cam ain't into problem solving
So I sent a couple bands of direct deposit
Now she like
Whoa
Damn lil' mama don't pay to get in
And some niggas buy her drinks
She ain't even a ten
Okay, yeah, I'm hatin'
You ain't gotta fit in
And let's talk about them jeans
That that ass fit in
I can't tell if it's a style
How them jeans rippin'
But I can tell that you a star
And I ain't shooting my shot
It's like my jumper went broke
And ain't no time on the clock
Coach tellin' me to shoot
But I ain't even got the (what, what?)
Speakin' of The Rock
I ain't wrestlin' baby
But yo ass got me rock
How you speak to me baby (okay)
You ain't gotta fit in
You be poppin' lil' baby (okay)
You be with the cosmetics
That's so hot to me baby (okay)
That shit sexy, yeah , I ain't gone lie
Aye yeah,I'ma keep that right there
Yeah, keep that, say it again, come on bakpack
You ain't gotta fit in
You be poppin' lil' baby (let's go)
You be with the cosmetics
That's so hot to me baby

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Written by: Cameron Wakefield, Rodney Brooks

Lyrics © DistroKid

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