Bryson Tiller - Self Made (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bryson Tiller - Self Made (en) Lyrics
yeah yeah yeah
you already know
young Tiller
let's go
Gucci on my belt, bought
a necklace for myself
bought Giuseppe for myself,
spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that's that killa
I smoke purple out the shell
She want Birkin, she want
Gucci purse, she want Chanel
got it!
I spend that 'cause I earn
it for myself
got my shorty out the way
and now I'm splurgin' on myself
you should worry 'bout yourself,
I been workin' on myself
I been ballin' like I'm Curry,
need a jersey for myself
(need a jersey for myself)
what's next? I'm nervous
for myself
if I changed, I became a better
version of myself
bought a chain, bought two
more, yeah I deserve that
for myself
and my neighbors look at me
like "how he purchase that
himself?"
'cause I'm a seven figure
self made nigga
blow the money, get it back the
next day, nigga (made it back,
yeah)
wow what the check say, nigga
I'm getting paid nigga, need a
chef and maid nigga
and a Gucci on my belt, bought
a necklace for myself
she want Birkin, she want
Gucci purse, she want Chanel
got it!
musta heard a hundred niggas
say they made me (I made that
nigga!)
so, which one you niggas
made me?
don't know who you talkin' to,
not me oh no you can't be
they wan' be my fam, but my
crew is sucker lame free (lame
free!)
I just want a yacht and
a jetski
pull up on your block, icy hot,
Wayne Gretzky (I pull up, pull
up)
fuck a con artist, boy you
sketchy pretty but she messy,
only wanna sex me
count that mula with my thumb
502, that's where I'm from
used to stay on Hazelwood,
you see trouble then you run
(run!)
word to Joker, no but we don't
do this shit for fun
hundred million, then I'm done
Gucci laid out in the sun
like I want Gucci on my belt,
bought a necklace for myself
she want Birkin, she want
Gucci purse, she want Chanel
yeah yeah, Gucci on my belt
yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on her
yeah
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