Don't - Bryson Tiller: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Don't

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Don't è stato pubblicato il 25 settembre 2015 da TrapSoul/RCA Records come parte dell'album T R A P S O U L

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PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bryson Tiller

Vocals

Vory

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bryson Tiller

Songwriter

Isom Brandon Stewart

Isom Brandon Stewart

Songwriter

Tavoris Hollins, Jr.

Tavoris Hollins, Jr.

Songwriter

Mariah Carey

Songwriter

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Songwriter

Bryan-Michael Cox

Bryan-Michael Cox

Songwriter

Johnta Austin

Songwriter

Stuart Lowery

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bryson Tiller

Recording Engineer

Dope Boi

Producer

Epikh Pro

Producer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Testi

Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (Aye)

Still not understandin' this logic (Aye)

I'm back and I'm better (And I'm better)

I want you bad as ever

Don't let me just let up

I want to give you better

Baby, it's whatever

Somebody gotta step up

Girl, I'm that somebody

So I'm next up

Be damned if I let him catch up

It's easy to see that you're fed up

I am on a whole 'nother level

Girl, he only fucked you over 'cause you let him

Fuck him girl, I guess he didn't know any better

Girl, that man didn't show any effort

Do all I can just to show you you're special

Certain it's your love that holds me together

Lately, you say he been killing the vibe

Gotta be sick of this guy

Pull up, skrrt

Get in the ride

Left hand is steerin', the other is grippin' your thigh

Light up a spliff and get high

Shawty, you deserve what you been missin'

Lookin' at you, I'm thinking he must be trippin'

Play this song for him, tell him just listen

Don't

Don't

Girl, said he keeps on playin' games and his lovin' ain't the same

I don't know what to say-ay, but

What a shame

If you were mine, you would not get the same

If you were mine, you would top everything

Suicide in the drop, switchin' lanes

And that thing so fire, baby, no propane

Got good pussy girl, can I be frank (Oh baby)

To keep it one-hundred girl, I ain't no saint

But he the only reason that I'm feelin' this way

Givin' you the world, baby, when you get space

Pen game get me laid, baby, let's penetrate

Oh, baby

Don't (Play this song for him)

Aye

H-Town got a **** so throwed

Po' up, we can party some mo'

Yeah, got this drink in my cup

Got a young **** feelin' so throwed

Spit fire and the world so cold

Young Money got a **** feelin' old

Spit fire and the world so cold

H-Town got me feelin' so throwed

H-Town got me feelin' so throwed

Raw paint in the sip, can it fold

H-Town got me feeling so throwed

Spit fire and the world so cold

H-Town got a **** so throwed

Play this song for him

Don't

Written by: Bryan-Michael Cox, Bryson Tiller, Isom Brandon Stewart, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Johnta Austin, Mariah Carey, Tavoris Hollins, Jr.

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