Try Me (Freestyle)

Try Me (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Hook x2)
Now you can find me uptown with the mommies
She no speaka ingleis, but she got a body
We hook the corner store without the aqui
They smokin' on that haze till they eyes is chinese
(Verse)
I see the ambulance speeding down Amsterdam
Freezin', Dunkin Donuts and smokin' outside the traffic and
New Yorkers ain't got no licenses, but still they traffickin'
Uptown where all my Hispanics is
But homie, I don't go to La Marina cuz em b**ches crooks
Nah, I'm at Home Food World, where women cook
Right, I got priorities and eatin's one
They neva gonna pop no models and bottles that got no even butts
Girl, get yo proportions right!
You know them laced a f**kin' theme for that big ass to be supported by
You know I'm right, you know I'm right
Now how you broke and you done pitched more f**kin' days than all yo rhymes
The homie ridin' in that Honda Accord, and got an automatic stash that's tucked under the floor
He sayn he don't really want hustle no more
So that money got em f**kin' the law
There ain't no love for the law