Testo Just Tryna - Night Lovell feat. Dylan Brady
Testo della canzone Just Tryna (Night Lovell feat. Dylan Brady), tratta dall'album Red Teenage Melody
I'm just tryna' get it yeah
Come on
Whoa
Said I'm just tryna' get it yeah
Whoa
Yo this beat man slap man
Here from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
If you don't know where I stay
You don't know yourself, you hear?
If you wanna get kawaled come through
(Laughs)
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
(I'm just tryna get it, yea)
Got keys for the day
Ten white bitches tag along for the play
I've been counting all this money I be getting everyday
Young ass nigga I'm a god to the way, yeah
Whole squad don't belong in the city nigga
Who am I to say this shit again
Pathway private in this bitch you's a fuck nigga
Ten shots on your block no luck nigga
Talkin' bout the bitches that'll change for the gang
For the niggas that'll try to switch lanes for the fame
Homie I've been stressed out thinking that I never really changed the city
Man you niggas need to get laid out, yeah
Mind full of shit never got the pain out
Was a quiet ass kid but I'm insane now
Say it to myself but I'm okay now
Bitches tryna test but I'm lost in the clouds
Clouds
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just tryna
I'm just
Im just tryna' get it, yeah
Come on
Yeah, Yeah
Whoa
Said I'm just tryna' get it, yeah
Whoa
Whoa
Girl I'm just tryna stay the night and make your ass feel nice
I'm just tryna take your panties off and slide my shit inside
I'm just tryna do so many things and that's no fucking lie
If only I could tell you why them titties make me feel alive
See my nigga fucking in the stall
Don't even know the name shit he met her at the mall
(What the fuck?)
Know that I be back in a minute just to see that you ain't never really tried to fucking call
Fuck it I'm still a god in the mother fuckin' area
Niggas tryna break my barrier
Give no fucks for the shit being played I'm oblivious to niggas with the camera
Don't play dumb with me
I see right through that
You know I would not be here
Don't play dumb with me
I see right through that
You know I would not be here
I'm just tryna' get it, yeah
Come on
Whoa
Said I'm just tryna' get it yeah
Whoa
Tryna' get it
These niggas are funny
I don't give a fuck what they have they so fucking ugly
This world just ties me down, down, down
This world just ties me down, down, down, down
Yeah
I don't know where to go
I just stay so fucking low
I promise that we'd always go
Promise that I'd fucking show
My circle stay with me
My squad just stay with me
Don't you ever try to tell me that you-
(Phone Ringing)
My people they love me
They tell me I'm winning
My circles are smoking
He can't even see this
I don't know where to go
I just stay so fucking low
I promise that we'd always go
Promise that I'd fucking show
[Outro: Night Lovell &
But they don't like me [?]
Yo is that man skating?
[?] a nigga with an afro
Bruh
Baseball thing
I like don't even understand this drum loop
Mmh with a baseball thing
With a badman looking like Brad Pitt
(Laughs)
Badman looking like Brad Pitt
Money bad
Come fast
Come fast
Come quick
Boy
Weapon
Bad girl
Bad girl
Credits
Writer(s): Night Lovell, Dylan Brady
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