Opinions 歌词
| 歌曲 | Opinions |
| 歌手 | Bryson Tiller |
| 专辑 | Bryson Tiller |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Bryson Tiller & DJ Edubb] | |
| Killer instinct | |
| Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I made it | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I'm hated | |
| DJ Edubb, official mixtape | |
| Your wifey's favorite DJ | |
| Come and tell em like it is tho | |
| [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] | |
| You can tell me what you really think about me (oh) | |
| Tell me how you really feel (you can kill it) | |
| Tell me if you think that I can get signed | |
| Or if I deserve a deal | |
| But everybody tell me something different | |
| About how I should go about it | |
| No I don't even think that I should listen | |
| No fiction nigga, I doubt it | |
| Singing all this music, spitting all these bars | |
| Every time I do it | |
| I give it my heart | |
| I go hard to the fullest | |
| Blow the instrumental brains out no bullets | |
| Man you need to cool it | |
| You so foolish | |
| All you local niggas only in my way (way) | |
| [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] | |
| Thanks for your opinion, but listen | |
| Homie I don't really need your two cents, you gets no reply | |
| 'Cause I don't really give a **** what you say | |
| **** what you say, **** what you say | |
| [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] | |
| Growing up when I ain't had shit, now everything's all backword's | |
| You be blowing up my inbox talkin' 'bout I need a ****ing manager | |
| Swear I thought I told you your opinion doesn't matter | |
| Wait wait wait hollup now you believe in me | |
| Hollup' wait hol-hollup now you tryna put some green in me | |
| Ion need any sari, ya this weed and Bacardi | |
| Got me leanin' with a shawty | |
| In the vip party | |
| That's irrelevant | |
| Nah I'm just tryna show yo ass that without or without you | |
| I'm always movin' fast to the top cuz I'm better than | |
| Anyone who think I give a damn about the fame | |
| I just want to support my fam | |
| Can't while I'm here | |
| I can't wait until I leave I won't put a nigga on | |
| If he ain't put shit on for me | |
| All my niggas they agree, we runnin from second | |
| Face it we winners and I never forget a face | |
| [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] | |
| Thanks for your opinions but listen homie I dont really need your Two cents, you gets no reply | |
| 'Cause I don't really give a **** what you say, say, say, say | |
| Don't give a **** what you say, say, say, say | |
| You can keep it to yourself, I don't need a hand to help | |
| [Outro: Bryson Tiller] | |
| What I'm saying is | |
| I just don't, I don't give a damn about anybody's opinion anymore | |
| Like I'm just gon' do me ok | |
| Is that cool with y'all | |
| I don't care | |
| Look | |
| Thank you everybody for listening though | |
| I really appreciate it | |
| ****ing hate you niggas | |
| Act like DJ Edubb ain't got the mother****ing streets on lock | |
| Take a seat, and pay goddamn attention | |
| It's DJ Edubb |
| Intro: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| Killer instinct | |
| Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I made it | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I' m hated | |
| DJ Edubb, official mixtape | |
| Your wifey' s favorite DJ | |
| Come and tell em like it is tho | |
| Verse 1: Bryson Tiller | |
| You can tell me what you really think about me oh | |
| Tell me how you really feel you can kill it | |
| Tell me if you think that I can get signed | |
| Or if I deserve a deal | |
| But everybody tell me something different | |
| About how I should go about it | |
| No I don' t even think that I should listen | |
| No fiction nigga, I doubt it | |
| Singing all this music, spitting all these bars | |
| Every time I do it | |
| I give it my heart | |
| I go hard to the fullest | |
| Blow the instrumental brains out no bullets | |
| Man you need to cool it | |
| You so foolish | |
| All you local niggas only in my way way | |
| Chorus: Bryson Tiller | |
| Thanks for your opinion, but listen | |
| Homie I don' t really need your two cents, you gets no reply | |
| ' Cause I don' t really give a what you say | |
| what you say, what you say | |
| Verse 2: Bryson Tiller | |
| Growing up when I ain' t had shit, now everything' s all backword' s | |
| You be blowing up my inbox talkin' ' bout I need a ing manager | |
| Swear I thought I told you your opinion doesn' t matter | |
| Wait wait wait hollup now you believe in me | |
| Hollup' wait holhollup now you tryna put some green in me | |
| Ion need any sari, ya this weed and Bacardi | |
| Got me leanin' with a shawty | |
| In the vip party | |
| That' s irrelevant | |
| Nah I' m just tryna show yo ass that without or without you | |
| I' m always movin' fast to the top cuz I' m better than | |
| Anyone who think I give a damn about the fame | |
| I just want to support my fam | |
| Can' t while I' m here | |
| I can' t wait until I leave I won' t put a nigga on | |
| If he ain' t put shit on for me | |
| All my niggas they agree, we runnin from second | |
| Face it we winners and I never forget a face | |
| Chorus: Bryson Tiller | |
| Thanks for your opinions but listen homie I dont really need your Two cents, you gets no reply | |
| ' Cause I don' t really give a what you say, say, say, say | |
| Don' t give a what you say, say, say, say | |
| You can keep it to yourself, I don' t need a hand to help | |
| Outro: Bryson Tiller | |
| What I' m saying is | |
| I just don' t, I don' t give a damn about anybody' s opinion anymore | |
| Like I' m just gon' do me ok | |
| Is that cool with y' all | |
| I don' t care | |
| Look | |
| Thank you everybody for listening though | |
| I really appreciate it | |
| ing hate you niggas | |
| Act like DJ Edubb ain' t got the mother ing streets on lock | |
| Take a seat, and pay goddamn attention | |
| It' s DJ Edubb |
| Intro: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| Killer instinct | |
| Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I made it | |
| Sometimes | |
| I be feeling like I' m hated | |
| DJ Edubb, official mixtape | |
| Your wifey' s favorite DJ | |
| Come and tell em like it is tho | |
| Verse 1: Bryson Tiller | |
| You can tell me what you really think about me oh | |
| Tell me how you really feel you can kill it | |
| Tell me if you think that I can get signed | |
| Or if I deserve a deal | |
| But everybody tell me something different | |
| About how I should go about it | |
| No I don' t even think that I should listen | |
| No fiction nigga, I doubt it | |
| Singing all this music, spitting all these bars | |
| Every time I do it | |
| I give it my heart | |
| I go hard to the fullest | |
| Blow the instrumental brains out no bullets | |
| Man you need to cool it | |
| You so foolish | |
| All you local niggas only in my way way | |
| Chorus: Bryson Tiller | |
| Thanks for your opinion, but listen | |
| Homie I don' t really need your two cents, you gets no reply | |
| ' Cause I don' t really give a what you say | |
| what you say, what you say | |
| Verse 2: Bryson Tiller | |
| Growing up when I ain' t had shit, now everything' s all backword' s | |
| You be blowing up my inbox talkin' ' bout I need a ing manager | |
| Swear I thought I told you your opinion doesn' t matter | |
| Wait wait wait hollup now you believe in me | |
| Hollup' wait holhollup now you tryna put some green in me | |
| Ion need any sari, ya this weed and Bacardi | |
| Got me leanin' with a shawty | |
| In the vip party | |
| That' s irrelevant | |
| Nah I' m just tryna show yo ass that without or without you | |
| I' m always movin' fast to the top cuz I' m better than | |
| Anyone who think I give a damn about the fame | |
| I just want to support my fam | |
| Can' t while I' m here | |
| I can' t wait until I leave I won' t put a nigga on | |
| If he ain' t put shit on for me | |
| All my niggas they agree, we runnin from second | |
| Face it we winners and I never forget a face | |
| Chorus: Bryson Tiller | |
| Thanks for your opinions but listen homie I dont really need your Two cents, you gets no reply | |
| ' Cause I don' t really give a what you say, say, say, say | |
| Don' t give a what you say, say, say, say | |
| You can keep it to yourself, I don' t need a hand to help | |
| Outro: Bryson Tiller | |
| What I' m saying is | |
| I just don' t, I don' t give a damn about anybody' s opinion anymore | |
| Like I' m just gon' do me ok | |
| Is that cool with y' all | |
| I don' t care | |
| Look | |
| Thank you everybody for listening though | |
| I really appreciate it | |
| ing hate you niggas | |
| Act like DJ Edubb ain' t got the mother ing streets on lock | |
| Take a seat, and pay goddamn attention | |
| It' s DJ Edubb |
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