J. Stalin - Try Again Tomorrow lyrics

[Verse 1] Pull up in my whip, like come here lil' mama Not you, I was talkin' to your partner Yeah you, why you keep playing games? I see you all the time, you won't tell me your name I just wanna know if you think pleasure is pain Have you ever did it in the rain Do you like D-Boyz? Do you smoke mary-jane? I know you know my name, all the rippers talk about me But they'll never tell a good about a n***a All they ever tell is the hood about a n***a Where your boyfriend at, I never seen you wit a n***a I know you like my swagga, cause you can't stop smiling I'm bout whatever you bout, so mammi what you hollerin'? I'm in your hair, every time you pa** me Cause I can never let a pretty face just pa** me If you was my boss you can s**ual hara** me [Hook]×2 I try to holla, but she don't give me no play I be on the block where she walk past everyday I ain't gotta be your man, that p**y let me borrow She said no but I'mma try again tomorrow [Verse 2] I need a name, a number, and an address You playing hard to get like you a motherf**ing actress But lil' mama I can play that game too I ain't trippin' I make women chase me too Give it to them good, then they lase me boo All I need is a night, all I need is a fight Seven forty-seven, baby we could do it right Squeeze me real tight when I'm up in the middle I know I'm sweatin' a lot, put a n***a of skittles Girl I got neighbors, put your face in the pillow Hit it all night, in the mornin' ate cereal Said she wasn't a freak but you know I didn't believe her though I got in right where I fitted Lil' mama she was on me like it fitted Yeah, she know a n***a stay kiddin' Say I was gon' hit it and man I hit it [Hook] [Verse 3] Lil mama I heard you f**ing wit a b**h n***a You pulled up in his car, and I be like you with this n***a You need to step your game, never f** with a rich n***a I rap now but I use to push kicks n***a Every time you see me I'm in brand new kicks n***a Lil' mama you been on my mind lately I've seen you in them shorts and that a** looking cakey You get me in a room, baby girl you gon' rape me Get the camera and videotape me My baby mama, two kids couldn't brake me I gave you my number but you don't ever use it I just want you and your two-piece in the jacuzzi See you in the turf and I'm feelin' on your booty I can make you feel like the girls in the movies I stay fly in that brand new Gucci I finally hit it and it was real juicy [Hook] [Outro]×8 I ain't gotta be your man, that p**y let me borrow