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tryna front, but don't No I'm not Tiller Tell a ho I'm Godzilla Monster in the wet wet, I kill it Dope dick, you better believe I sell it Hit it so
Salt Lake City to raise our voices in a joyful song And we sing Heavenly Father Holy Mother keeper of our children tiller of the land Take us
slick I suppose, right up until I hit it, huh Right on the nose she tryna fuss Tiller take this night on rosé, it's a go (go), go (go), go Gave her
richer than elixer Taps slicker than past tiller Goes around the room like his cats get finna Oh you Mac Miller? The fact's filtered in the snapped
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
who treats his yak richer than elixer Taps slicker than past tiller Goes around the room like his cats get finna Oh you Mac Miller? The fact's
Uh, oh, ooh, mmm (yeah) I don't usually do this but, um (Tiller, oh, my God) Can I sing to you? Yeah (yeah) Yours, mine, ours I could do
the building Thankful, tryna get another million Get jammed up, he gon' sing like Bryson Tiller Garage look like the dealer Got 'em look familiar Plus I rep
You ain't nowhere near, nigga Young Tiller don't fear a nigga Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga Know you seen me last year, nigga All
Baby, oh I need that old thing back, ya dig? That's the feeling that I'm Searching for, searching for Young Tiller
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah You already know Young Tiller Let's go Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent
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
want to pass it up To the next man had my Walkman bumpin' on The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin' Like a killer thriller driller tiller out
want to pass it up To the next man had my Walkman bumpin' on The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin' Like a killer thriller driller tiller out
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
you want the same last name as him Him being Tiller he a solid young nigga, he been real ever since I know you been tense I know we ain't had
Girl says I'm selfish, not a lie But she can't get this shit From any other guy Every time she comes around I make her cry Bryson Tiller, got me working
at a Tiller show She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though She say she ain't that type of girl,
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"
the southside God Tiller
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
a stair with the miles between us Spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller (I can see, I can see, I can see) When you make bartender with an 88 track
a stair with the miles between us Spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller (I can see, I can see, I can see) When you make bartender with an 88 track
Who shot? I don't remember (yeah) That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it) Fuck hoes to Bryson Tiller (yeah, yeah) Make freak hoes bite
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