Bryson Tiller - Get Mine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bryson Tiller - Get Mine (en) Lyrics
By RentAnAdviser.com
Godzilla's still alive!
God!
Damn a lot of niggas
done changed on me
(Damn they done changed on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson,
Grant and Ben Frank on me
I don't know why niggas hate on me
I gotta move differently,
I got a case on me
I got 'em hirin' private
investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the
crib tryna stake on me
Hol' up, wait on it
Mmmmm that's a Porsche Cayman
Hol' up watch me pull it
out the horse stable
I remember when we couldn't
afford cable
That's when I knew I had
to put in more labor
Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller,
I'm alive, dawg
Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg
Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad,
and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we doin' not regular
Like Hendrix say, we don't do regular
I'm a beast, I'm a predator
I kill, I murk, I slay,
et cetera, et cetera
I'll cop any gun and kill
for my daughter
I'll go Rambo for real for my daughter
2015 I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna
steal from my daughter
What the fuck?
Post Trap Soul gettin' back to it
No, nigga, this ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues with a slap to it
Watch how young Pen Griffey
put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man they trippin'
They want me to put 'em
on, that's my mission
Niggas in a rush, niggas don't listen
I'm still tryna get mine,
that's it and done
You was tryna get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it through
the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket,
lean in your kidney
Whenever I'm your master
ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't
no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll have a
massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck
with Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a chicken
Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck
her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that
past tense (sorry, bae)
My bitch jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', keep askin'
for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe them bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it then taste it, that's it
Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order
what you want (order that)
I'm a cash cow, I'm just
cashin' (woo!)
I think they put a camera in my pool
But it's on the inside, goddamn,
12 nasty (they did)
I used to be like Jay
Z and ride factories
'Til I found out that you gotta
put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house
from a cabin (woo!)
I pissed out the window and
start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot
carry water (ha!)
They should change the street
name it cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order
ten rooms in your town
And don't sleep in none
them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and gettin'
freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they can't leak
none of these pictures, ahh
She so bad sometimes I want
her features, uh (woo!)
All the shit you do old like
beepers, uh (woo, woo)
All the shit you do old,
I see you (I see you)
Even all these Crips don't wanna be
you (wanna be you, be you, be you)
Oh yeah
Still tryna get mine
I'm still tryna get mine
They schemin' on me
They still tryna get mine
Oh they still tryna get mine, oh
Yeah, still tryna get mine
Said they still tryna get mine, yeah
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