Lyrics You (feat. Bryson Tiller) - Bryson Tiller , Lola Brooke
Tonight,
tonight,
tonight,
oh
Yeah,
Tiller,
whoa
And
Young
Lola,
controller,
come
closer
Mad
pretty,
make
me
lose
composure
Tad
tipsy,
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?)
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
(hey,
baby)
Nothing
but
some
socks,
beef
and
brocs
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
toy
(favorite
toy)
I'ma
swipe
his
EBT
like
a
Amex
(uh)
Give
it
to
him
raw
(uh),
no
drawers,
no
latex
(uh,
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
Smellin'
Lola
Brooke,
that's
his
favorite
cologne
Ha,
huh,
I'm
yours
for
the
summer
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
Like
why
would
I
lie
when
I'm
tryna
put
this
on
you
(yeah),
baby?
Ayy,
yeah,
ayy,
yeah
Tryna
make
a
choice
between
his
leg
or
his
face
Shit
gettin'
more
intense
than
Election
Day
What
I
expect
today
is
good
neck,
hood
sex
Stop
callin'
his
phone,
bitch,
he
catchin'
up
on
rest
(uh)
Fuckin'
with
me
is
a
W,
fuck
him
at
the
W
The
way
you
cummin'
quick
seems
to
trouble
you
I
want
a
rough
neck
nigga
that's
nasty
My
sex
drive
wild
and
this
ass
is
immaculate
Put
it
in
my,
uh,
nigga
stabbin'
it
A
shooter
that
assassin
it,
tongue
doin'
magic
tricks
Foot
on
neck
(yeah),
hand
on
frontal
(frontal)
Got
him
bussin'
nuts
'fore
we
leave
the
Holland
Tunnel
(yeah,
ooh-ooh)
I'm
yours
for
the
summer
(hey)
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-woah,
baby,
yeah
Young
Lola,
controller,
come
closer
Mad
pretty,
make
me
lose
composure
Tad
tipsy,
won't
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?)
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