Don't

Bryson Tiller

Don't/ Don't play with her, don't be dishonest/ Still not understanding this logic/ Aye, I'm back 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 'em, 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 killing the vibe/ Gotta be sick of this guy/ Pull up skirt/ Get in the ride/ Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh/ Light up a spliff and get high/ Shawty you deserve what you been missing/ Looking at you I'm thinking he must be tripping/ Play this song for him tell him just listen/ Don't/ (Play this song for him...)/ Don't/ Girl, said he keeps on playing games and his loving/ ain't the same/ I don't know what to say-ay 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 switching lanes/ And that thang 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 feeling this way/ Giving you the world baby when you get space/ Pen game get me laid, baby that's penetrate/ Oh baby/ Don't/ (Ey)/ H-Town got a nigga so throwed/ Po' up we can party some mo'/ Yeah got this drink in my cup/ Got a young nigga feeling so throwed/ Spit fire and the world so cold/ Young money got a nigga feeling old/ Spit fire and the world so cold/ H-Town got me feeling so throwed/ H-Town got me feeling so throwed/ Raw paint in the sip can it fold/ H-Town got me feeling so throwed/ Spit fire and the world so cold/ H-Town got a nigga so throwed/ (Play this song for em...)/ Don't/