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