No Thank You

Bryson Tiller

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    Downtown Seattle on a weekend
    You live kinda close, but not too close
    Hit your FaceTime, are you decent?
    It's nine o'clock, you either naked or you fully clothed
    Why you in the club on a Thursday?
    These niggas always thirsty and it's full of those
    Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up
    How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close
    'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine
    Put tequila on pause, you drinkin' white wine
    But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that
    You say stop makin' fun of you or I go back to them stank hoes
    To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them
    Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles

    No, thank you
    I know what I got, it ain't an angel
    But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
    Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me
    Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me
    On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me
    Even at my worst, I know you lovin' me
    On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me

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    Yeah, uh
    So fuckin' with them bitches ain't no fair trade
    Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe
    Could fuck with someone else, it ain't the same thing

    So, no, thank you
    I know what I got, it ain't an angel
    But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
    Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me (ah)
    I know what I got, it ain't an angel
    But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
    Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin' me

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    Composición: Bryson Tiller, Charlie Heat, William Mosgrove, Mando Fresh, Andre Daleon Powell y Wyatt Woodley

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