Nowhere To Run
Ryan Trey, Bryson Tiller
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Look down on it Look down on it, baby, aye Yeah, aye Yeah, yeah, aye Yeah yeah, aye Look down on it Everything good and you know that I want it Swoop down on you (yeah) Yeah, I see something in you lil' mama Ice drank pouring (yeah) Never stay around for a nigga that often I'm just tryna talk with you (yeah) Something seems wrong with you girl I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah Uh, there is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah Aye yeah Know you want a real one, baby yeah Is that right It's very late night Girl you know I'm waiting on you late night Late night All your friends are leaving by midnight Henny ain't the only thing that feel right You say you married, that ain't what it look like Look like (ohh) All your friends are leavin' Swoop down on it, swoop down on it Birthday suit, that's your new style on it Birthday coupe that's a new 500 You're too fly for me Too fly, honey You're Coupe fly, ooh ma' They don't make 'em like you, I do Get me fitted for a suit top, whoosah Do not, don't listen to that Hoorah, who's hot, who's not, that's weak I saw you and told my niggas wait that's me (me) Saw you and they say you embracing your physique Sorry, but I can't help but think it was for me She naughty, we left the party I had to Look down on it Everything good and you know that I want it Swoop down on you (yeah) Something seems wrong with you Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah Uh, there is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah Aye yeah Know you want a real one, baby yeah Is that right? It's very late night And you know I'm waiting on you late night Late night All you friends are leaving by midnight Henny ain't the only thing that feel right You say you married that ain't what it look like Aye, who gon' cover the bill? I guess I deliver man All these drinks done spilled I keep the bottle on chill Say that you new to this, I'm not you, baby Tell them other niggas I rap too crazy Ass made a nigga do six 180s Put you Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes, yeah It's going off in here Black Audi to match the Audemars I'm here with all my peers, I drip Dolce 'til I disappear No whip, I spend I double ya niggas rent I get to shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out Pistol dressed ass too big for me to sketch it out Why do y'all girls buy clothes if y'all gon' strech them out Too loud in my section, they tryna spell it out Balcony I live, I saw you headed for the exit And that shit gon' leave my restless if I never make this move and tryna (swoop down) Look down, yeah (swoop down), you gotta look, ay Look down (swoop down) Girl you gotta look down (swoop down) Look down, yeah, you gotta swoop down Swoop down Ay, yeah yeah, yeah
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Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Bryson Tiller, Jahaan Sweet, Leigh Elliott, Marcus James, Matthew Samuels, Ryan Trey, Sean Momberger
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