King Vory - Don't Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (Aye) Still not understandin' this logic (Aye) I'm back and I'm better (And I'm better) I want you bad as ever Don't let me just let up I wanna give you better Baby, it's whatever Somebody gotta step up Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up Be damned if I let him catch up It's easy to see that you're fed up I am on a whole 'nother level Girl, he only f**ed you over cause you let him f** him, girl, I guess he didn't know any better Girl, that man didn't show any effort Do all I can just to show you you're special Certain it's your love that holds me together Lately you say he been k**in' the vibe Gotta be sick of this guy Pull up, skrr, get in the ride Left hand is steerin' the other is grippin' your thigh Light up a spliff and get high Shawty, you deserve what you've been missin' Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin' Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen" [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Don't Don't [Verse 2: Alanka Beatz] Girl, you and me we gotta meet There's no reason for you to cheat You got me on my feet, saying You're on fleek All your pics are so damn sweet You are such a treat And you don't need any tweaks But I haven't seen you and that's so peak How did I pull you, That's my technique But these techniques are so antique You're one in a kind girl you're so unique It's not too late girl it's still midweek Stop playing your games, girl, hide and seek [Hook: Alanka Beatz] Don't [Bridge: Alanka Beatz] Lately, I noticed you get on my nerve Is it all hate that you serve n***a observe This is my girl She is so leng and she makes my world all twirl Cadbury's, Past hors d'oeuvres Girl, you rule my universe Lookin' at you I'm thinkin' he must be trippin' Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen" [Hook: Alanka Beatz & Bryson Tiller] Don't [Verse 3: King Vory & (Alanka Beatz] H-Town got a n***a so throwed Pour up, we can party some more (oh baby) Yeah, got this drank in my cup (cup) Got a young n***a feelin' so throwed (oh baby) Spit fire in a world so cold (so cold) Young money got a n***a feelin' old (oh baby) Spit fire in a world so cold (so cold) H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (oh baby) H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (so throwed) Ride paint and we sip 'til we fold (oh baby) H-Town got me feelin' so throwed (so throwed) Spit fire in a world so cold (oh baby) H-Town got a n***a so throwed (throwed) [Hook: Alanka Beatz & Bryson Tiller] Don't