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Tryna Video (MV)




Performed By: Dave Shah
Length: 3:02
Written by: Dave Shah




Dave Shah - Tryna Lyrics




On the way home, from your side
Leaving you ain't easy baby, back to the grind
You want more attention
After all affection
You ain't done, you need more
You gon' try and you gon' score

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Drop the riddim won't you try like that
Baby get right like that
Make me come try like that
Baby get right with me, get right with me yeah

Wonder why, I really wonder why
I let you take controlla, just to show ya, that you mine
I got you out them clothes on top, you ridin' my wave you yellin' don't stop
Yeah i got you all in my zone, every time we alone
We do what grown folk do when they off Patrón

Talk some game you don't wanna play tough
We don't show no mercy, We don't show no mercy, No we don't show no mercy
Talk some game you don't wanna play tough
We don't show no mercy, We don't show no mercy, No we don't show no mercy

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Drop the riddim won't you try like that
Baby get right like that
Make me come try like that
Baby get right with me, get right with me yeah

Yeah... don't stop, check it
Hello lil' mama tell me what you wanna do
I'm slidin' on this night and I'm really tryna with you
Forget all of the nonsense thats clouding up the room
I want space for you to think so you can think things through
I seen you've struggled with the past, and I get that it was hard
But you lookin' backwards, while you accelerate your car
And the people in the front, they know nothing at all
But you a freight type of train, and a wreckin' type of ball
You a- You a beast lil' mama don't be coming 'round shawty if you ain't coming proper
She need the pink Ferragamos, and you better have the bag she a big time shopper
But she'll fight her way, she hustle way too hard
I know your grind is straight, but when she come around you
You better know your life ain't safe, she gon' swang and break ya

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Pop the riddim' won't you try like that
Baby get high like that
Try like that
Try
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On the way home, from your side
Leaving you ain't easy baby, back to the grind
You want more attention
After all affection
You ain't done, you need more
You gon' try and you gon' score

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Drop the riddim won't you try like that
Baby get right like that
Make me come try like that
Baby get right with me, get right with me yeah

Wonder why, I really wonder why
I let you take controlla, just to show ya, that you mine
I got you out them clothes on top, you ridin' my wave you yellin' don't stop
Yeah i got you all in my zone, every time we alone
We do what grown folk do when they off Patrón

Talk some game you don't wanna play tough
We don't show no mercy, We don't show no mercy, No we don't show no mercy
Talk some game you don't wanna play tough
We don't show no mercy, We don't show no mercy, No we don't show no mercy

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Drop the riddim won't you try like that
Baby get right like that
Make me come try like that
Baby get right with me, get right with me yeah

Yeah... don't stop, check it
Hello lil' mama tell me what you wanna do
I'm slidin' on this night and I'm really tryna with you
Forget all of the nonsense thats clouding up the room
I want space for you to think so you can think things through
I seen you've struggled with the past, and I get that it was hard
But you lookin' backwards, while you accelerate your car
And the people in the front, they know nothing at all
But you a freight type of train, and a wreckin' type of ball
You a- You a beast lil' mama don't be coming 'round shawty if you ain't coming proper
She need the pink Ferragamos, and you better have the bag she a big time shopper
But she'll fight her way, she hustle way too hard
I know your grind is straight, but when she come around you
You better know your life ain't safe, she gon' swang and break ya

So drop that thing
I wanna see you wine real slow
Is you really down for me
Baby girl take control
Pop the riddim' won't you try like that
Baby get high like that
Try like that
Try
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