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Don’t Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

    Bryson Tiller Don't Lyrics - 2015 Album Trapsoul - R&B Song

    Don’t is a popular r&b song by Bryson Tiller from the 2015 album Trapsoul. Check words to Bryson Tiller Don’t Lyrics in English below.

    Don’t Lyrics – Bryson Tiller 

    [Verse 1]
    Don’t, don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest (Ayy)
    Still not understandin’ this logic (Ayy)
    I’m back and I’m better (And I’m better)
    I want you bad as ever
    Don’t let me just let up
    I wanna give you better
    Baby, it’s whatever
    Somebody gotta step up
    Girl, I’m that somebody, so I’m next up
    Be damned if I let him catch up
    It’s easy to see that you’re fed up
    I am on a whole ‘nother level
    Girl, he only fucked you over ’cause you let him
    Fuck him, girl, I guess he didn’t know any better
    Girl, that man didn’t show any effort
    Do all I can just to show you you’re special
    Certain it’s your love that holds me together
    Lately you say he been killin’ the vibe
    Gotta be sick of this guy
    Pull up, skrr, get in the ride
    Left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh
    Light up a spliff and get high
    Shawty, you deserve what you’ve been missin’
    Lookin’ at you I’m thinkin’ he must be trippin’
    Play this song for him, tell him, “Just listen”
    [Chorus]
    Don’t
    Don’t

    [Verse 2]
    Girl, said he keeps on playin’ games
    And his lovin’ ain’t the same
    I don’t know what to say, but
    What a shame
    If you were mine you would not get the same
    If you were mine you would top everything
    Suicide in the drop switchin’ lanes
    And that thing so fire, baby, no propane
    Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank?
    To keep it 100, girl, I ain’t no saint
    But he the only reason that I’m feelin’ this way
    Givin’ you the world, baby, when you get space
    Pen game get me laid, baby, that’s penetrate
    Oh baby

    [Chorus]
    Don’t

    [Verse 3: King Vory]
    H-Town got a nigga so throwed
    Pour up, we can party some more
    Yeah, got this drank in my cup
    Got a young nigga feelin’ so throwed
    Spit fire in a world so cold
    Young money got a nigga feelin’ old
    Spit fire in a world so cold
    H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed
    H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed
    Ride paint and we sip ’til we fold
    H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed
    Spit fire in a world so cold
    H-Town got a nigga so throwed
    [Chorus]
    Don’t

     

    Writer(s): Bryson Tiller, Mariah Carey, Johntá Austin, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Tavoris Hollins, Jr, Stuart Lowery

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