Bryson Tiller Lyrics

Drop The Lo Lyrics by Bryson Tiller You got my attention, yeah No stopping the show, huh The best of both worlds, huh You hot and you cold, yeah I’m

IT’S OK Lyrics by Bryson Tiller It’s okay to shake that fuckin’ ass tonight (Yeah) It’s okay to drown inside a glass for the night (Yeah) It’s okay to fuck

Strife Lyrics by Bryson Tiller No more yelling, no more, no No more skipping therapy, no more swearing, no No more tearing clothes, over sharing on What you’re hearing, that’s

No Contest Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Huh Got tired, I spent all night tryna wrap my head ‘Round this shit, drove into town, tryna recollect what I said Checkin’ up

Workaholic Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Scared of what you might say Yeah, scared of being lonely Still, I’m prepared to talk it out But you say I work too much

I Need Her Lyrics by Bryson Tiller You took my heart and mended Yes, you mended it I broke yours, it’s heart to comprehend it, yeah There’s so much resentment,

Autumn Drive Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Yeah Uh-huh, uh Yeah Yeah, yeah Huh, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh Autumn Drive, took another leave from the city Uh-huh (Uh-huh) Autumn Drive, I

Crocodile Tears Lyrics by Bryson Tiller She could barely stand the sight of me Still got a eye on me, oh She like, “Who this bad lil’ lightskin? Who this?”

Geniune Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Fuck how you niggas feel, tweetin’ on the Twitter still Fuck you and the prison deal, fuck all of ’em niggas, fuck ’em (Fuck ’em)

Uncertainty Lyrics by Bryson Tiller You got my back against walls Yeah, holdin’ my stance, I don’t understand I admit I had plans for a summer romance I gave you

Damn Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Huh, huh, huh, huh, damn Ayy, damn, ayy, damn Ayy, damn, ayy, damn Ayy, damn, ayy, damn Ayy, damn, ayy, damn Shawty look better with

Sick Interlude Lyrics by Bryson Tiller I think we all know what it’s like I think, I think we all know what it’s like Being sick and tired I’m sick

Star Signs Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Are we in the right place, but the wrong time? Could we be in the right space with the wrong star signs? Do you

On My Way Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Girl, ain’t no way, I would let you down What you say? If you let me, I will show you Yeah, hmm I’m

Cut Ties Lyrics by Bryson Tiller These people know we ain’t cut ties for no reason Shawty fuckin’ up my average every season Why party at the strip club? Had

First Place Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Nah, I’m finna go bananas for realThree, two Yeah, hey, huhWe goin’ Donkey Kong, straight ape shit, niggaI ran up 25 million, fuckThen a

On The Way Lyrics by Bryson Tiller It ain’t no way I would let you down if you let me I will show you Yeah I’m on the edge, hanging

Mini Kelly Lyrics by Bryson Tiller (feat. Rick Ross) Brace yourself, take your time, this shit is not a diss Make your mind up, don’t make no time for him

200 Bands Lyrics by Bryson Tiller (feat. Plies & T-Pain) I know you got plans, plans I see you makin’ them, you makin’ plans on plans, yeah Know you can

Money Shower Interlude Lyrics by Bryson Tiller Yeah, Wash’, Linc’, Jack’, Grant Benjamin Franklin, been debating Should I hit the bank and turn the money shower on? Bring the Migos