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Set You Free Lyrics - Singles - Bryson Tiller

Hol-Hol-Hold up 

Freeze 

Watch yo boy come in with ease 

You would not believe 

I'll come in your dream, make you cum in your jeans 

Shawtys so fresh she don't need summers eve 

Lose the joker and summon the king 

Better hope I don't come in between 

Dope dick will turn you to a fiend 

Girl you better be careful 

Yea, if she don't take my advice 

I just might, pull the plug 

Straight up 

Why you acting like you so scared of him? 

(Why you scared of that nigga) 

I'm coming live from the south side 

You aint his no more, bout time 

(He) talk the talk but I'm bout mine 

 

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Gotta lotta class 

Whole lotta ass 

I don't care if yall hoes get mad 

Just don't get in the way 

Everyday 

Girl you know I gotta brag 

My bitch in tiptop shape 

I like how her lip gloss taste 

Stop playing, get rid of ole boy 

 

Tell her deploy, girl that nigga dead weight 

 

I aint yo man that's true enough 

I'll fill that void girl sure enough 

I aint hearing that boys immature enough 

I just wanna set you free don't wanna handcuff 

I miss you 

You always on my mind 

(On my mind) 

True talk girl I aint lying 

 

I'm tryna make you mine 

Let me set you free and watch you fly 

 

Mama what's up 

I'm breaking bread with my commas is up 

If I pay these hoes, I won't get bang for my buck 

Banking on your side-bitch 

You will go bankrupt 

I cant be touched 

And yall fuck niggas just cant keep up 

Taking my time this shit cant be rushed 

 

Im always confusing 

Love with lust 

Forgetting bitches just cant be trusted 

 

And ya got a lotta ass 

Whole lotta class 

Look good than a muthafucka 

Oh my god, you know I gotta brag 

 

My bitch in tiptop shape 

And I like how her lip gloss tasting 

Stop playing, get rid of ole boy 

Tell her deploy man that nigga dead weight 

I aint yo man that's true enough 

I'll fill that void girl sure enough 

I aint hearing that boys immature enough 

I just wanna set you free don't wanna handcuff 

Oh yea 

I wanna lay you down, lay you down, lay you down 

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