Bryson Tiller

Yeah
My oh my I don't think I can survive
Slim thick and brown, Baby girl you just my type
Red flag red flag
But you the kinda thing I must to try
Supposed lock you up
Slay a man like say na crime

Pre that figure, nothing thicker
Stone cold killer, body like trigger
Righteous sinner, no beginner
Trap my soul erin Bryson Tiller
Sip my liquor, stress my liver
Don't want mix, make it go down quicker
Froze like winter, make you shiver
Look that mirror say, i'm that Nigga

We only got like 24 like Ko-Ko-be
Let's not waste no time no dey kolo me, OK
I said OK (It's ok)
Everybody said that you go raina me
I tell it's a lie they know say na me
Them dey craze, Oh them dey craze
So make we give them Pe-pe-pe-per
Maloshe shoma gbese
She be running it oya get set
They can hate but they must to respect
So make we give them Pe-pe-pe-per
Maloshe shoma gbese
She be running it oya get set
They can hate but they must to respect

Pre that figure, nothing thicker
Stone cold killer, body like trigger
Righteous sinner, no beginner
Trap my soul erin Bryson Tiller
Sip my liquor, stress my liver
Don't want mix, make it go down quicker
Froze like winter, make you shiver
Look that mirror say, i'm that Nigga

So make we give them Pe-pe-pe-per
Maloshe shoma gbese
She be running it oya get set
They can hate but they must to respect
So make we give them Pe-pe-pe-per
Maloshe shoma gbese
She be running it oya get set
They can hate but they must to respect

Pre that figure, nothing thicker
Stone cold killer, body like trigger
Righteous sinner, no beginner
Trap my soul erin Bryson Tiller
Sip my liquor, stress my liver
Don't want mix, make it go down quicker
Froze like winter, make you shiver
Look that mirror say, i'm that Nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Lass
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