Dej Loaf "Try Me" available on iTunes http://smarturl.it/DLTryMe
Listen to Dej Loaf "Try Me" on soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/moaninmonkeys
Produced by: DDS (@dds825)
Shot by: Jerry Production (@JerryPHD)
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Download Dej Loaf's mixtape "Sell Sole"
http://www.livemixtapes.com/mixtapes/30661/dej-loaf-sell-sole.html
Try Me Lyrics:
[Chorus x2]
Let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
And I ain't playin wit nobody
Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got the mac or the 40
Turn a bitch to some macaroni
Tell me how you want it I'm on it
I really mean it I'm just not recordin'
Give lil bro the choppa for all you actors
Leave a bitch nigga head in pasta
You are an impostor, ain't got no money
Put the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly
I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi
Love wearin' all black, you should see my closet
Rock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly
Hop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it
Fuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me
48214 real niggas know me
I been out my mind since they killed my cousin
Free my cousin Devin, man he just called me
All these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me
Fuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin'
IBGM the clique bitch you see us scorin'
V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'
Got a bitch that set it off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah
You rollin' around wit yo nieces bitch T.T
Mind full money, got a heart full of demons
Mobbin' like Italians, we really take yo fingas
Turn yo face into a pizza, no acne
Have you singin' like Alicia, fuck wit my family
They be like you little, but got damn she spazzin'
Do the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Lil Dej ain't bout it, bitch how you figure
I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor
So lifted, flyer than yo girl, baby gone and take my picture
See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin'
Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches
I don't wanna do no songs, I don't wanna kick it
And I ain't signin' to no label, bitch I'm independent
[Chorus]
Let a nigga try me, try me
I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
And I ain't playin wit nobody
Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
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We Good Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
They say, "Dej why you ain't drop yet?
Where your new shit? Who you down with?
What's Sell Sole mean?", It mean I'm out here
Pay me a check or I can't show up to your soundcheck
All these goofy ass rappers on that clown shit
On your fifth mixtape and ain't nobody heard shit
Maybe you boys should slow it down
I think smart, my shit comin', it's goin' down
Can't beat us, you niggas better join us now
Best believe I got these rappers disappointed now
All these bitches turnt up, I'm finna turn 'em down
Tell 'em that I'm back and I still got my fuckin' crown
We don't rap beef, we really clap heat
Put the tip to your lips, that's a black and mild
Fuck these hipsters and their fuckin' style
I'd rather wear my own shit, fuck a hand-me-down
And fuck all of these fake lean sippers
Above dreams, these niggas ain't seen different
They played the wrong roles, now my scene different
I'm a dog with this shit and these fleas itchin'
Used to do shit for free, now the fee is different
Cause I done came up, now I need interest
I said fuck tryna please, nigga
I'm like please, nigga, shout out to my team, nigga
[Hook]
I said we good over here
I said we good over here, I swear, I swear, I swear
I said we good over here
I said we good over here, I swear, I swear, I swear
[Verse 2]
I'm just tryna stack these ten bars
Where the fuck these labels at? They shoulda been called
I be goin' off the handle
Nigga think he hard, I'ma tell him pull his pants down
I'm on hold with Interscope
Let me click over for Def Jam
If they ain't talkin' a couple mil'
Then they can just forget it, fam
Cause I be spittin' crack, make a rap bitch snort a line
In the studio, you ain't got a hit, you wastin' time
Most of these rappers fake, they was lame before they made a song
I've been the shit, and that's word to my fuckin' mom
New scarf on my head, niggas thinkin' I'm a Crip
And my Blood got on blood, we on some gangsta shit
Born to get money and I'm too legit to quit
No handouts, nigga, I'ma get it how I live
[Hook]
