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Bryson Tiller

Bryson Djuan Tiller (born January 2, 1993) is an American singer, songwriter, and rapper. Born in Louisville, Kentucky, he started his career in 2011, releasing the debut mixtape titled Killer Instinct Vol.1. Tiller initially gained notable recognition following the release of his debut single, "Don't", which peaked at number 13 on the Billboard Hot 100. The record's success led to a deal with RCA Records and he released his debut studio album, Trapsoul in October 2015, which reached number eight on the Billboard 200. The album's second single "Exchange" has peaked at number 26 on the Billboard Hot 100 and earned him a Grammy nomination. In March 2016, Tiller received the key to the city from Louisville Mayor Greg Fischer. In the same year, he won two BET Awa… more »

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(Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh)

Yeah
Tiller, word
And young Lola, controlla
Come closer, mad pretty
Make me lose composure
(?), he want you come over
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober, true
You know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh

I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (ayy, you get me)
Nothing but some socks, he from Bronx in it (whoa)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite tour (favorite tour)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a AmEx (uh)
Give it to him raw (uh), no drawers (uh), no latex (uh)
Yeah, I got him butt naked for me waitin' at home (waitin' at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (if he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
He smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne

Ha, huh
I'm yours for the summer, wanna
Drinking 'til we drunk, I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby, you say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?

Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense than election day
What I expect today? It's good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest (uh)
Fuckin' with me is a W, f*ck him at the W
The way you comin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and his ass is immaculate
Put it in my, nah, nigga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassinate, tongue doin' magic tricks (oh)
Foot on neck (yeah), he ain't doin' funnel (funnel)
Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)

Ha, huh
I'm yours for the summer (hey), I wanna
Drink until we drunk, I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby, you say he crazy so I gotta take a risk on you (hey)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-whoa, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controlla
Come closer, mad pretty
Make me lose composure
(?), won't you come over
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober, true
Know I see you come over
(You know I see you over there, there, there)

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