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Lirik Lagu Bryson Tiller – Don’t dan Terjemahan

Don’t, don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest (Aye)

Jangan, jangan bermain dengan nya, jangan tak jujur (Aye)

Still not understandin’ this logic (Aye)

Masih tak mengerti logika ini(Aye)

I’m back and I’m better (And I’m better)

Aku kembali dan aku lebih baik (Dan aku lebih baik)

I want you bad as ever

Aku ingin kau buruk seperti biasa

Don’t let me just let up

Jangan biarkan aku semoga itu terjadi

I wanna give you better

Ingin ku berikan yang lebih baik

Baby, it’s whatever

Sayang, apa pun itu

Somebody gotta step up

Seseorang harus melangkah

Girl, I’m that somebody, so I’m next up

Sayang, akulah seseorang itu, jadi akulah yang berikutnya

Be damned if I let him catch up

Terkutuk kalau ku biarkan dia mendapatkanmu

It’s easy to see that you’re fed up

Sangat mudah melihat mu bosan

I am on a whole ‘nother level

Aku berada di level berbeda

Girl, he only fucked you over cause you let him

Sayang, dia hanya mengacaukan mu karena kau membiarkan nya

Fuck him, girl, I guess he didn’t know any better

Dia sialan, sayang, ku kira dia tak tahu yang lebih baik

Girl, that man didn’t show any effort

Sayang, pria itu tak menunjukkan usaha apapun

Do all I can just to show you you’re special

Apa yang bisa ku lakukan agar bisa menunjukkan bahwa kau istimewa

Certain it’s your love that holds me together

Yakin itu cintamu yang menaungi ku bersama

Lately you say he been killin’ the vibe

Akhir-akhir ini kau bilang dia pernah membunuh getarannya

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Gotta be sick of this guy

Pasti sakit orang ini

Pull up, skrr, get in the ride

Tarik, skrr, memulai perjalanan

Left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh

Tangan kiri menyetir yang lainnya memegang paha mu

Light up a spliff and get high

Menyalakan rokok dan mabuk

Shawty, you deserve what you’ve been missin’

Sayang, kau pantas mendapat yang tlah hilang

Lookin’ at you I’m thinkin’ he must be trippin’

Memandang mu ku pikir dia harus berhenti

Play this song for him, tell him, “Just listen”

Mainkan lagu ini untuk nya, katakan padanya, “Dengarkan saja”

Don’t

Jangan

Don’t

Jangan

Girl, said he keeps on playin’ games

Sayang, bilang dia terus mainkan permainannya

And his lovin’ ain’t the same

Dan Cintanya tak sama

I don’t know what to say, but

Aku tak tahu harus berkata apa, tapi

What a shame

Sayang sekali

If you were mine you would not get the same

Kalau milikku kau tak kan bernasib sama

If you were mine you would top everything

Kalau kau milikku kau akan diatas segalanya

Suicide in the drop switchin’ lanes

Bunuh diri di jalur menurun

And that thing so fire, baby, no propane

Dan hal itu sangat membakar, sayang tanpa propana

Got good pussy, girl, can I be frank?

Mendapat yang baik, sayang, boleh aku jujur?

To keep it one-hundred, girl, I ain’t no saint

Agar tetap seratus, sayang, aku tak suci

But he the only reason that I’m feelin’ this way

Tapi dia satu-satunya alasan ku memikirkan cara ini

Givin’ you the world, baby, when you get space

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Memberi mu dunia, sayang, saat kau punya ruang

Pen game get me laid, baby, that’s penetrate

Permainan membuat ku lelah, sayang, itulah menusuk ku

Oh baby

Oh sayang

Don’t

Jangan

H-Town got a nigga so throwed

H-Town punya wanita hingga terlontar

Pour up, we can party some more

Tuang ke atas, kita ada pesta lagi

Yeah, got this drank in my cup

Ya, minum ini di cangkir ku

Got a young nigga feelin’ so throwed

Punya wanita muda serasa terlontar

Spit fire in a world so cold

Api di dunia sangat dingin

Young money got a nigga feelin’ old

Jutawan muda punya wanita serasa tua

Spit fire in a world so cold

Api di dunia sangat dingin

H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed

H-Town membuatku merasa terlempar

H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed

H-Town membuatku merasa terlempar

Ride paint and we sip ’til we fold

Rasa sakit dan kita menikmatinya sampai terluka

H-Town got me feelin’ so throwed

H-Town membuatku merasa terlempar

Spit fire in a world so cold

Api di dunia sangat dingin

H-Town got a nigga so throwed

H-Town membuatku merasa terlempar

Don’t

Jangan

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For However Long – Bryson Tiller

Bless up
There’s some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up
They’ll probably only let me fuck cause I’m next up
Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir
Running through ’em, looking for a down bitch
It’s like looking for them hitters on SoundClick
Hoping someone else ain’t already killed it
Wait up, for real, you exclusive? I found it
Baby, say it’s true
I don’t wanna have to wait on you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable, baby
Cause I can’t call it
You fuck with other niggas, I won’t even bother
Young poppa, tell ’em who taught you
Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas
Out the picture, I say fuck them other niggas
Won’t you say it with me?
My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me
For as long as I’m here, baby that’s okay with me
For as long you want, baby that’s okay with me
For as long you want, baby that’s okay with me

How does it sound? Sound? Fuck it girl
Come spend the night with me
Say whatever, just don’t lie to me
Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me
Mama, you could come work, full-time with me
Roll through in the Beamer, get inside
‘Til the wheels fall off, that’s how long you can ride with me
Yeah, that’s word to Stephen Garrett
Come ride with me
Say it one more time for you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable

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Sorry Not Sorry – Bryson Tiller

Fight!
Hey
God damn…I’m winning
God damn! I’m winning
Got money now you done switched up on me

I used to think about how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say “what’s up?” to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to me

Girl if you don’t get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don’t mean nothing to me
Girl I’m sorry you not the one for me

Just be honest, girl what you want from me?
This ain’t nothing new, keep it so 100
I can’t let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money
Adios to them bitches, can’t get a hug from me
I’m high on life, that’s what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)

Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell ’em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don’t like gold diggers

Girl if you don’t get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don’t mean nothing to me
Girl I’m sorry you not the one for me

This the shit I don’t condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I’m back check the postage, yeah
Hey now nigga, why won’t you shut up?
This the motherfuckin’ 502 come up
And every time I’m back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I’m on, nigga!)

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Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell ’em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don’t like gold diggers

Girl if you don’t get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don’t mean nothing to me
Girl I’m sorry you not the one for me

Every nigga did you wrong, except for me
I’m next to blow and so you should’ve been next to me
Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
I’ll give you long dick and longevity
Don’t settle for less or for infidelity
Niggas ain’t built like me
He can’t bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred fucking problems
Good brain, am I fucking with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I’mma grip it when I whip it
If I take a shot and brick it, I’mma flip it
Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I’mma split it
If she throw that pussy at me I’mma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won’t get a penny, no
(Boy if you don’t get)

Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell ’em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don’t like gold diggers

Girl if you don’t get the fuck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don’t mean nothing to me
Girl I’m sorry you not the one for me

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Hey
God damn
We don’t like gold diggers…
God…damn I’m winning
Oh no!

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Somethin Tells Me – Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah, ayy
Uh huh, uh huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Verse 1]
Yo’ intuition has been tellin’ you
Things that you never knew (never knew)
Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals
But still I keep it professional
Hey, laying in the bed and you acting like I can’t even touch you
I don’t know why you do that
Shower with the door open, why you do that?
Drop the towel right in front of me, you cruel
What’s goin’ on, baby, talk to me, baby
Say it to me straight, did I make a mistake?
And I can’t concentrate while you’re standing there naked
Acting strange, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Verse 2]
My intuition has been telling me
Trust what you said to me
You ain’t never really felt love ’til you slept with me
I’m busy, it’s no wonder you upset with me
You found a Magnum inside of my bag
Don’t know how to explain this
That was in there way before we started dating
This the only music I hate facing, oh
Lay down, baby, I’ma take it slow
Can’t let this thing go to waste, oh no
Before we crash, hit the brakes, oh no
Call, then I got to your place, oh no
Still getting voicemail, oh no
Fuck it, leave a voicemail, oh no
Hey, looks like we’re at the end of the road

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[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Outro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I feel like you know what I’m about to say
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know what I’m about to say, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Can we make it work, huh
Can we make it work
Let’s make it work
Let’s make it work, yeah
I know we can make it work
Let’s make it work
We can make it work, come on

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