Try It Out (Explicit)

Try it out

Ooooo

Funky

try it out

ya gonna do me bad

Looking at ya for a while

Gotta be rad

Honestly it’s weird im worried about a fad

Don’t worry for real I’m glad

Yes on the funk it’s still rap

Gonna have cum dripping out like sap

Once I can afford to fly out and tap

Ohhhh and if I had

A way to forget the past

Not sure that’d be a spell I would cast

Got your nudes engraved into my mind

My oh my what a ****in sight

Cause you bad and you got enough problems

We both know you shouldn’t be playing w crumbs

Real rhymes in this song talking ballers or bums

All that stomach pain they’ll cause might just need tums

I’m singing these flames with ease cause I’m oWEN don’t need a gun

Master of rhymes and i can clean out your cunt

Or dirty it up pound it a couple hundred times in a month

Drown you in semen I’ll leave you with lumps

It’s the spiritual streets you know how this runs

im a bad ass ***** and im flying on this melody

when you fwm remember i need the fee

we work together to find something which we agree

and im runnin pimpin all day like a g

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