[{"id":24025447,"name":"Try Me Remix","trackName":"Try Me Remix","artistName":"Dej Loaf","albumName":"Try Me Remix","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nBitch I got the Mac or the 40\nTurn a bitch to some macaroni\nTell me how you want it I'm on it\nI really mean it I'm just not recordin'\nStill a blow the choppa, for all you actors\nLeave a bitch nigga head in pasta\nYou are an impostor, ain't got no money\nPut the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly\nI really hate niggas I'm a Nazi\nLove wearin' all black, you should see my closet\nRock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly\nPop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it\nFuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me\n48214 real niggas know me\nI been out my mind since they killed my cousin\nFree my cousin Devin, man he just called me\nAll these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me\nFuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin'\nIBGM, we the clique bitch you see us scorin'\nV.I.P in the club, while your section borin'\nGot a bitch that Set it Off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah\nYou rollin' around with your nieces bitch you TeeTee\nMind full of money, got a heart full of demons\nMobbin' like Italians, we really take your fingers\nTurn your face into a pizza, no acne\nHave you singin' like Alicia, fuck with my family\nThey be like you little, but goddamn she spazzin'\nDo the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nI got multiple change, a gang of old school\nThat I swear I don't drive 'less it don't rain\nShow you how to get the million, both lanes\nWhen I switch, we gon' blow the whole thing\nThat is it, bitch keep talking about\n\"What's my favorite strain?\nWhat's my favorite part of the game?\nThe grind, or the fame?\"\nI told her as long as my nigga straight\nWe plotted this for less, now is number one albums\nNiggas wasn't sure, speculations about the outcome\nNow what? 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More award shows, more oz's\n[02:48.00] More niggas tryna find out where I shop, when I get my clothes\n[02:51.50] Get a buzz and I'll put you on a roll\n[02:54.00] got a hundred rolled, here my car coming from the lobby\n[02:57.31] Taylor Gang over anybody\n[02:59.21] Let a nigga try me, try me\n[03:01.66] I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n[03:04.57] And I ain't playin' with nobody\n[03:07.44] Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n[03:10.29] Let a nigga try me, try me\n[03:13.13] I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n[03:15.85] And I ain't playin' with nobody\n[03:18.61] Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n[03:21.37] Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger\n[03:24.19] Lil Dej ain't about it, bitch how you figure\n[03:27.13] I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor\n[03:29.80] So lifted, flyer than your girl, baby gone and take my picture\n[03:33.58] See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin'\n[03:35.22] Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches\n[03:38.18] I don't wanna do no songs, 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nJust let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\nWit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\nWit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\nFully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\nBut I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\nI'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\nBut I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\nGon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\nYeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\nNo use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\nAye, you violate, we demonstrate\nNigga Hustle Gang over everything\nI ain't like them niggas anyway\nAye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\nSee a fuck nigga on the interstate\nI'll fire his ass up then get away\nAnd full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\nBut my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\nSo just let a nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me Remix (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Just let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\n  Wit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\n  Wit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\n  Fully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\n  But I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\n  I'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\n  But I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\n  Gon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\n  Yeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\n  No use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\n  Aye, you violate, we demonstrate\n  Nigga Hustle Gang over everything\n  I ain't like them niggas anyway\n  Aye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\n  See a fuck nigga on the interstate\n  I'll fire his ass up then get away\n  And full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\n  But my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\n  So just let a nigga\n"},{"id":14357957,"name":"Try Me (Remix) (Feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competin' with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skrrt off in a Maserati\n  Fuck your bitch and make her call me papi\n  She give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smokin' OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n\n  Lil Feezy got the four feezy\n  And we goin' hard 'cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin', \"Fuck you\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bool\n\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, and shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', they know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'ma catch a homi'\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'ma catch a homi'\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war with, who want it?\n  I'll leave your fam' in the wake, mournin'\n  I'll send you to the doctor with the revolver\n\n  Hit the passenger, then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I can make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, chain be all brocky\n  Come to your peace, hit you in your lobby\n  I'll lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like, \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'ma hit a ho motherfuckin' body\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n"},{"id":14829053,"name":"Try Me (remix)","trackName":"Try Me (remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nJust let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\nWit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\nWit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\nFully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\nBut I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\nI'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\nBut I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\nGon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\nYeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\nNo use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\nAye, you violate, we demonstrate\nNigga Hustle Gang over everything\nI ain't like them niggas anyway\nAye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\nSee a fuck nigga on the interstate\nI'll fire his ass up then get away\nAnd full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\nBut my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\nSo just let a nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (remix)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Just let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\n  Wit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\n  Wit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\n  Fully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\n  But I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\n  I'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\n  But I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\n  Gon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\n  Yeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\n  No use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\n  Aye, you violate, we demonstrate\n  Nigga Hustle Gang over everything\n  I ain't like them niggas anyway\n  Aye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\n  See a fuck nigga on the interstate\n  I'll fire his ass up then get away\n  And full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\n  But my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\n  So just let a nigga\n"},{"id":11620300,"name":"Try Me Remix (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nJust let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\nWit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\nWit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\nFully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\nBut I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\nI'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\nBut I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\nGon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\nYeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\nNo use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\nAye, you violate, we demonstrate\nNigga Hustle Gang over everything\nI ain't like them niggas anyway\nAye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\nSee a fuck nigga on the interstate\nI'll fire his ass up then get away\nAnd full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\nBut my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\nSo just let a nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me Remix (feat. 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Jeezy & T.I.) - Single\n  duration_ms: 229436\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  My Eastside niggas, my [?] niggas, my PA niggas\n  Got shooters on the Westside and the Southwest\n  Ask 'em what the target is, they say it's yo' chest nigga\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma have this muhfucka singin' like a hostage\n  If I ever took two slugs to the body\n  Just promise me you'll put some Avion in my IV\n  What you know about that broad day in the morning?\n  Nigga come and split ya melon, nigga, while you yawnin'\n  Make a pretzel out ya auntie house just to get yo' cuz' nigga\n  Got mine off the stove, I ain't fuckin' wit' no oven nigga\n  I was raised in the field, I ain't got no chill\n  Still ridin' wit' that *click* like I ain't got no deal\n  I'm in love with the coco, [?]\n  See this why I told my wrist, these bitches watch it like it's porno\n  From where they finger fuck that F&H just like it's a freaky bitch\n  12 watchin' surveillance tape just like it's a freaky flick\n  Where we at, they count they money, now Tommy in the club\n  Told my nigga \"Grab them choppers nigga don't forget ya glove\"\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, whoh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Just let a nigga try me, bet I'll be\n  Wit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin'\n  Wit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me\n  Fully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me\n  But I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me\n  I'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze\n  But I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah\n  Gon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit\n  Yeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about\n  No use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now\n  Aye, you violate, we demonstrate\n  Nigga Hustle Gang over everything\n  I ain't like them niggas anyway\n  Aye, they bankroll is my dinner plate\n  See a fuck nigga on the interstate\n  I'll fire his ass up then get away\n  And full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished\n  But my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished\n  So just let a nigga\n"},{"id":13831921,"name":"Try Me (remix)","trackName":"Try Me (remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf","albumName":"$ell Sole.","duration":237.426939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\nTommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\nShoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\nWhile she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\nWe be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\nLeave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\nThey say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\nAnd I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\nChoppers scream, you go down on me, oh\nI'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\nAll these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\nWhoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (remix)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf\n  album: $ell Sole.\n  duration_ms: 237427\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":15820578,"name":"Try Me (Remix)","trackName":"Try Me (Remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf","albumName":"Top 100 R&B Playlist","duration":237.5651,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\nTommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\nShoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\nWhile she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\nWe be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\nLeave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\nThey say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\nAnd I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\nChoppers scream, you go down on me, oh\nI'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\nAll these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\nWhoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (Remix)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf\n  album: Top 100 R&B Playlist\n  duration_ms: 237565\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":28061480,"name":"Try Me (remix)","trackName":"Try Me (remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf","albumName":"Sell Sole","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nBitch I got the Mac or the 40\nTurn a bitch to some macaroni\nTell me how you want it I'm on it\nI really mean it I'm just not recordin'\nStill a blow the choppa, for all you actors\nLeave a bitch nigga head in pasta\nYou are an impostor, ain't got no money\nPut the burner to his tummy, and make it bubbly\nI really hate niggas I'm a Nazi\nLove wearin' all black, you should see my closet\nRock that all white, when I'm feelin' Godly\nPop out like Coke, I ain't gotta park it\nFuck is y'all saying, bitch my hood love me\n48214 real niggas know me\nI been out my mind since they killed my cousin\nFree my cousin Devin, man he just called me\nAll these niggas love me, can't get 'em off me\nFuck around gave him my number, he won't stop callin'\nIBGM, we the clique bitch you see us scorin'\nV.I.P in the club, while your section borin'\nGot a bitch that Set it Off like Jada Pinkett, Queen Latifah\nYou rollin' around with your nieces bitch you TeeTee\nMind full of money, got a heart full of demons\nMobbin' like Italians, we really take your fingers\nTurn your face into a pizza, no acne\nHave you singin' like Alicia, fuck with my family\nThey be like you little, but goddamn she spazzin'\nDo the whole crew, my bitches freak nasty\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'ma catch a body\nI got multiple change, a gang of old school\nThat I swear I don't drive 'less it don't rain\nShow you how to get the million, both lanes\nWhen I switch, we gon' blow the whole thing\nThat is it, bitch keep talking about\n\"What's my favorite strain?\nWhat's my favorite part of the game?\nThe grind, or the fame?\"\nI told her as long as my nigga straight\nWe plotted this for less, now is number one albums\nNiggas wasn't sure, speculations about the outcome\nNow what? 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More award shows, more oz's\n[02:48.00] More niggas tryna find out where I shop, when I get my clothes\n[02:51.50] Get a buzz and I'll put you on a roll\n[02:54.00] got a hundred rolled, here my car coming from the lobby\n[02:57.31] Taylor Gang over anybody\n[02:59.21] Let a nigga try me, try me\n[03:01.66] I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n[03:04.57] And I ain't playin' with nobody\n[03:07.44] Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n[03:10.29] Let a nigga try me, try me\n[03:13.13] I'ma get his whole motherfuckin' family\n[03:15.85] And I ain't playin' with nobody\n[03:18.61] Fuck around and I'ma catch a body\n[03:21.37] Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger\n[03:24.19] Lil Dej ain't about it, bitch how you figure\n[03:27.13] I don't do no drugs, I be off liquor\n[03:29.80] So lifted, flyer than your girl, baby gone and take my picture\n[03:33.58] See I gotta get this money, my palms itchin'\n[03:35.22] Niggas gossip like hoes, most of 'em bitches\n[03:38.18] I don't wanna do no songs, 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? 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Ty$ign, Remy Ma) [Remix]\n  artist: Dej Loaf\n  album: $ell Sole.\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homie\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homie\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n"},{"id":9879796,"name":"Try Me (Remix) (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (Remix) (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":21272812,"name":"Try Me (remix) (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (remix) (feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":10981961,"name":"Try Me (Remix) (Feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (Remix) (Feat. 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She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":16240887,"name":"Try Me  Feat. 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She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? 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Remy Ma & Ty Dolla $ign (Remix) (Prod By DDS)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf\n  album: Sell Sole\n  duration_ms: 237226\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":14829049,"name":"Try Me (remix)","trackName":"Try Me (remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Remy Ma","albumName":"Sell Sole","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\nTommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\nShoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\nWhile she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\nWe be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\nLeave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\nThey say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\nAnd I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\nChoppers scream, you go down on me, oh\nI'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\nAll these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\nWhoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (remix)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Remy Ma\n  album: Sell Sole\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"},{"id":12077127,"name":"Try Me (remix)","trackName":"Try Me (remix)","artistName":"DeJ Loaf feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Remy Ma","albumName":"$ell Sole.","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Let a nigga try me, try me\nI'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\nTommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\nShoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\nWhile she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\nWe be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\nLeave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\nThey say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\nAnd I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\nChoppers scream, you go down on me, oh\nI'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\nAll these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\nWhoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\nShe ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\nLet that nigga try me, try me\nHomies on him like a paparazzi\nSkirt off in that Maserati\nFuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\nUh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\nFuck around and do the whole posse\nI'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\nPenthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\nLil Feezy got the fo' feezy\nAnd we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\nIn the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\nAnd hell nah, it ain't never bull\nTwenty bottles, twenty bottles\nWe pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\nThem niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\nAt the top, bitch, like the topic\n\nWhat? What happened? Oh, oh\nThat's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\nLet a nigga try me, try me\nI'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\nAnd I ain't playin' with nobody\nFuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\nDon't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\nHit his wifey and hit his shorty\nI ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\nI'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\nI send you to the doctor with the reviver\nHit the passenger then hit the driver\nI move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\nI could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\nI hate bum bitches window shoppin'\nMake a lot of money, you should see my pockets\nI wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\nCome to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\nI lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\nI put that on Pun, that's word to papi\nI stay on go mode, they can't stop me\nI'm the original, these broads copies\nFlow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\nThat's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\nIf one of these chicks ever try to try me\nI'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Try Me (remix)\n  artist: DeJ Loaf feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Remy Ma\n  album: $ell Sole.\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a body\n\n  Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him\n  Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking\n  While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often\n  We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins\n  Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean\n  They say \"DeJ got the juice\", yeah I got that potion, whoa\n  And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me\n  Choppers scream, you go down on me, oh\n  I'll get her on my song, I was just like \"free Remy\"\n  All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh\n  Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet\n  She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest\n\n  Let that nigga try me, try me\n  Homies on him like a paparazzi\n  Skirt off in that Maserati\n  Fuck yo' bitch and make her call me papi\n  Uh, she give me toppy, super sloppy\n  Fuck around and do the whole posse\n  I'm smoking OG and sippin' Rossi\n  Penthouse suite, somethin' real bossy\n  Lil Feezy got the fo' feezy\n  And we goin' hard cause it ain't easy\n  In the club yellin' \"Fuck you!\"\n  And hell nah, it ain't never bull\n  Twenty bottles, twenty bottles\n  We pour it up, aye, shout out Rihanna\n  Them niggas lookin', ain't know where to find us\n  At the top, bitch, like the topic\n\n  What? What happened? Oh, oh\n  That's what I thought, that's what I thought\n\n  Let a nigga try me, try me\n  I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family\n  And I ain't playin' with nobody\n  Fuck around and I'mma catch a homi\n\n  Don't keep it in a stash, I keep it on me\n  Hit his wifey and hit his shorty\n  I ain't the one to war wit', who want it?\n  I'll leave ya fam in the wake, mournin'\n  I send you to the doctor with the reviver\n  Hit the passenger then hit the driver\n  I move like a mobster, you chicks is funny\n  I could make you do a summy, shit get ugly\n  I hate bum bitches window shoppin'\n  Make a lot of money, you should see my pockets\n  I wear heavy jewels, check, we all brocky\n  Come to ya piece, hit you in ya lobby\n  I lay a nigga down if he try to rob me\n  I put that on Pun, that's word to papi\n  I stay on go mode, they can't stop me\n  I'm the original, these broads copies\n  Flow used to be tight, now you all sloppy\n  That's why they all like \"Remy Ma, when you droppin'?\"\n  If one of these chicks ever try to try me\n  I'mma hit a ho mothafuckin' body\n"}]