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talkin' Charles so let me get this straight Gettin' y'all to shake, this beat at steak Shout out Jack and Tiller, but I'm feelin' myself, I'm the best in
but it's my turn now And it should've been my first route Young Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about? Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury
no life, been swindlin' me and mine They got it right, Young Tiller didn't see the signs But Slum Tiller, gon' tell these niggas, "Come get her"
when we couldn't afford cable That's when I knew I had to put in more labor Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
I ain't the old Tiller, my dawg And often I get to trippin' off of the shit that I bought 'Cause I was sittin' in park, livin' in what I was
And know that you can manifest anything that you want in this life This is Killer Instinct 2, Bryson Tiller Young Tiller, Pen Griffey God Tiller Whatever
One more man is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But deep down in his heart now He's a-laid down
One more man is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But deep down in his heart now He's a-laid down
will tell I'm sorry I'm Like Tiller, "I Won't Change" Not for the money and the bitches I don't want no Fame So Don't talk down to me lil bitch I don't
A for big nigga Don't play with her Bryson tiller, don't Different nigga oh Different nigga My parents ain't home Different nigga oh Different nigga
them other bitches I pretend it's you Oh, you work at Kohl's, you in Dental school Wifey now, you foldin' clothes, cookin' dinner too Young Tiller,
nigga, I'ma keep ignoring God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in
nigga, I'ma keep ignoring God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in
Young Tiller, young Tiller
These are the things I'm on Niggas see the potential Wreck shit King Kong Beat bot tiller, he a beat Godzilla I'm that nigga, boy boy, told you before
(Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh) Yeah Tiller, word And young Lola, controlla Come closer, mad pretty Make me lose composure Tad tipsy, won't
One more man gone One more man gone One more man is gone The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But down in his
that she love me but she love the finer things She's a She's a tiller girl rocking that Nike hat Got the matching shoes and got the matching bag
Yeah, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Chris Brown, Breezy Young Tiller, Bryson, Bryson Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, oh yeah,
put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy I remember when your money was young And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy's Back
Hello? Yeah, yeah Hey, how's it goin'? How you feel? My name is Young Tiller, Bryson, Pen Griffey You could call me whatever I still want you
Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose Maybe, I'm low key feelin' you, don't be cynical I'ma fuck you over, wanna fuck you over then again
know is I ain't ready to go yet So I jump in that purple Lambo Throw in that Bryson Tiller, "Rambo" After that it's "Purple Rain," it's "Purple Rain"
one up on me I go by God Tiller, you better run from me Give hope to my niggas, them niggas love money Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
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