I Ain't Tryin'
Chris Brown, Young Thug
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(You good, T-Minus?) When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (oh, na-na-na-na) Seems like I ain't try, ain't even try (oh man) And made me do it a thousand times Yeah, you've done me (oh) Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (oh-oh) Caught me walkin', talkin', patched up, baby (oh-oh) I wanna know is it flirtin', you back up, baby (is it flirtin'? Back up, oh) Slimin' down a Seven-Up, baby (oh-oh) If everything about you is a lie Then I just wanna be disguised, oh And if what they said was true and you was lyin' Darlin', then I tell you, that I will always speak us now (whoa) Still away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day Not to try to play hide and seek, yeah Gettin' bread for the long night And niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (oh-oh) Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (oh) Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (oh-oh) She's sativa, and she got head full of hair Eyes bleedin' with the sea, yeah I never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah Upgrad her dental, on GP, it cost a bird Watch her constantly tell that she don't need it (baby, I'ma get it) (Baby, it's just) Baby, I love you Baby, wanna find you Maybe, if I say this Know I'm here, don't care Fuckin' under covers Crazy, knowin' I'll burst I'll cover you like covers Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (oh-whoa) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh) New price tag now, and I don't even drive, yeah What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah Before you f*ck me over, I'ma do it first (Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve) Why leave open my self? Break the links off my chest Cryin', she complainin', yeah You know it's gang shit, yeah Know this all baby worth Enemies and the fiends gettin' served Say grace, bow your head Baby, I'm a God, amen Baby, it's just Baby, I love you (oh) Baby, wanna find you Maybe, if I say this (if I say this, baby) Know I'm here, don't care Fuckin' under covers (ooh) Crazy, knowin' I'll burst (yeah) I'll cover you like covers (oh, you, whoa) Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, babe (yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (yeah) And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but didn't give up, baby (oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (ooh, oh)
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Written by: Christopher Brown, Jeffery Williams, Tyler Williams
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