Cut Ties Lyrics – Bryson Tiller

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[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
These people know we ain’t cut ties for no reason
Shawty fu*king up my average every season
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason
She ain’t angelic, I’m posted up with my demons, huh
My bands yelling “Just throw me,” I can’t keep ’em, huh
Her ass jumping, I’m knowing shawty too freaky, huh
My last woman just slept on me, she tweaking, huh
Got a badder one, she came from a new region

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Stepping out with my bros tonight, yeah

I don’t think I need to see the bartender
I got my keys on me, I drove tonight
And this lil’ pretty thing heard I was single, she knows

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
These people know we ain’t cut ties for no reason (She knows)
Shawty fu*king up my average every season (She won’t)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)
She ain’t angelic, I’m posted up with my demons, huh

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Turning off my phone tonight, yeah
Counting up some money, I came in here stunting, I got all my chains on tonight
Does shawty see me under the bright lights? ‘Cause I
Told the bottle girls put my name up on the sign
Case shawty think that I’m hurting, I’m just fin
ot the brand new Cullinan parked outside
And at least two tryna take that for a ride (Come ride with me)
That should be you, I know (You know it)
But you turned your back on me, broke a promise (You broke your word, huh?)
Used to be my one and only (My one and only, but you)
But you lied, so you know I had to cut ties

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
These people know we ain’t cut ties for no reason (Oh no)

Shawty fu*king up my average every season (Broke my stride)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (Nevermind)
She ain’t angelic, I’m posted up with my demons, huh
My bands yelling, “Just throw me,” I can’t keep ’em, huh
Her ass jumping, I’m knowing shawty too freaky, ha (Let me see it)
My last woman just slept on me, she tweaking, huh
Got a badder one, she came from a new region

[Verse 2: BossMan Dlow]
Big Za
I cut ties before I go tit for tat, yeah
You can’t try me like I’m one of them, lil’ mama, this ain’t that (This ain’t that)
It’s stars on the roof, sit back, bae, we ’bout to take off (Come on, bae)
Shopping sprees at Louis V, that’s how we start our day off, yeah
I cut a b!tch off quicker than a barber, baby, yeah
If it ain’t ’bout no money, I ain’t tryna argue, baby (Pu*sy)
But I ain’t gon’ lie, I need you with me, fu*k them hoes, bae, you different
And you know that pu*sy hitting, super wet like the Pacific (Like the Pacific)
I ain’t going back and forth, n!gga (Back and forth, n!gga)
You can have that broke b!tch, boy, she yours, n!gga (Boy, she yours, n!gga)
She fell in love with a s*it popper (S*it popper)
You can leave, bae, I ain’t gon’ stop you

[Pre-Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Stepping out with my bros tonight, yeah
I don’t think I need to see the bartender
I got my keys on me, I drove tonight
And this lil’ pretty thing heard I was single, she knows

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
These people know we ain’t cut ties for no reason (She knows)
Shawty fu*king up my average every season (She won’t)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)
She ain’t angelic, I’m posted up with my demons, huh

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
Okay, ah, okay, alright
Okay, ah, okay, alright, right
Okay, alright, alright, okay, okay, I’m
She talking ’bout, she talking ’bout, yeah
She wanna get in my ride, get in my ride, yeah
Bae wanna slide, wanna slide with me
She talking ’bout, yeah, she tryna ride