Try It Out Lyrics - Bad Lucc

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What? I’m where everybody need to see
Wherever I’m at is where everybody need to be
Baby servin like a bar, I’ll buy it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Succeeded money mama, don’t play with me ho

Hoppin out of that Rolls, spillin more on these kicks
I gotta fast act for these hoes
Break it down for a pimp, I got about a hundred racks of this jerky
The pole hot and she twerk it
Pistol on me, it’s curtains
Baby got a big ole ass and it’s workin
And my team goin, we winnin
Getting money, we spendin
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Diamond Lane in the building, watch you slid down from the ceiling
Cause she like the way that we do it
Mollywood, get stupid
Hollywood, you blew it
Got that OJ and I’m boosted yea
And all my niggas high like X scales
Bad bitches, bad bitches, have a cake sale
I’m all up in that mouth like a toothpick
Wutchu you want? I say: you bitch
(Watch) D O G go HD
Rubber band after rubber band
That Ace of Spade, we gon case 3
Hold the line, is you quited?
Think baby, don’t get it
Bust it open, there’s plenty
She get turnt up, get with it yea

What? I’m where everybody need to see
Wherever I’m at is where everybody need to be
Baby servin like a bar, I’ll buy it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Succeeded money mama, don’t play with me ho

Dollars flyin
Aksin what’s her name she say Chanelle, yea she lyin
Platter full of paper, I admit if she keep tryin
I’mma buy that bitch a badge, she so sexy when she lyin
I’m a big boy, poppin like a runnin back
I put a stack in her hand, ain’t no coming back
She said she from the D like what the Dilla?
We don’t keep it real, we keep it realer
B A D, I’m racked out and I’m geekin
Molly poppin, got a zone of kush
Pull her back out and she chiefin
Drop it low like a 63
Cash out but this distal free
I got 10 stacks of that Red John
Break it down, she won’t miss a beep
Like laned out, you foolin
Swift like I’m so coolin
Audemar for that Vegas price, so much ice keep drooling
Pussy wet, she poolin
Problem with me, he flew in
Diamond Lane, is you stupid?
Bout that big paper, we do it

What? I’m where everybody need to see
Wherever I’m at is where everybody need to be
Baby servin like a bar, I’ll buy it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Keep poppin like that, I’mma have to try it out
Try it out, try it out
Succeeded money mama, don’t play with me ho

Don’t play with me ho
Don’t play with me ho






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