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letra de gravity - bryson tiller

[intro]
ha, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i’m feelin’ like
they got sick and tired of me, bein’ that n-gga, right
i’m feelin’ like
she ain’t really tired of me, she still came to spend the night
yeah, she know the difference between me and all these n-ggas, right
love to hear tiller sing, but when she hurt/heard tiller, right
everything tiller say
she said, “d-mn, why you trippin’ off, all these n-ggas anyway
all these n-ggas in the way?”
call me whеn these n-ggas get thеir pants back
we can begin rap or we can pretend that
he never said that, he get his head back
he get his life spared, i’m tellin’ these n-ggas i’m somethin’ like nightmare, i’m
all in his conscious, you better watch this
rappin’ like i’m in the ’96, n-gga, i promise
cut off the nonsense, or
i’m comin’ with my diss, i’m comin’ with hot breeze
that’s when i rap for your main, send me your side b-tch
yeah, on some fly sh-t
i like to shine the crown before i close my eyelids
i’m around (yeah)
if n-ggas want the smoke then i’m in, yeah
[chorus / bridge]
yeah, yeah, yeah
they don’t want smoke with me, nah, ah
i tried to tell ’em that will never end well
they can tell i had enough (yeah), i had enough (yeah)

[verse 2]
can’t convince me that i am not the coldest
matter fact, transcended that
b-tch, i feel frozen, i feel timeless
i feel like boston, f-ck bein’ modest
from bein’ honest
i hit n-ggas with silence and i’m still the hardest
word to pootie tang, how this [?]
need a gucci bag to hold this garments (yeah, yeah)
f-ck with you, just bet i won’t regard it, b-tch

[outro]
things get crazy, can’t be lazy
f-ck you, pay me
if you got a problem with the sh-t that i’m sayin’
just say my f-ckin’ name

- bryson tiller

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