Don't (Bryson Tiller Remix)

Yeah! Don’t play with'em, don’t be dishonest She not understanding this logic I’m back and I’m better I want you bad as ever Ain’t nobody better We should be together Baby it’s whatever Somebody gotta step up Ooh baby no pressure If my nigga know that he messed up He don’t even know how to catch up I am on a whole other level We ain’t happy with'em tell me what was said'em Fuck it then I guess you didn’t know any better No that she wasn’t shit when you met her You and I both know we can do better Been through some similar shit boy whatever Lately you sayin she been killing the vibe Can’t turn a hoe to no wife Pull up scurt get in the right Secret location just chill in the passenger side Light up a spliff if you like Baby you deserve what you’ve been missing She don’t even care if you get yo nutrition She don’t cook nuthin up in yo kitchen Dont, she don’t don’t don’t Don’t! Boy say she spend up everything She keep begging for a ring Don’t bring nothing to the table What a shame, If you were mine you will not be the same I put the call on the house say my name Suicide in the drop switching lanes And this thang so juicy baby wet like rain Got good p***y baby can I be framed Keep it 100 boy that ain’t the only thing That will keep a nigga around like he say up on a game And you know that (oh baby) Oooh woah, Oh baby Oh baby