Lyrics Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller

For However Long

Bless up

There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up

They'll probably only let me fuck cause I'm next up

Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir

Running through 'em, looking for a down bitch

It's like looking for them hitters on SoundClick

Hoping someone else ain't already killed it

Wait up, for real, you exclusive? I found it

Baby, say it's true

I don't wanna have to wait on you

These are things I gotta say to you

Make me feel irreplaceable, baby

Cause I can't call it

You fuck with other niggas, I won't even bother

Young poppa, tell 'em who taught you

Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas

Out the picture, I say fuck them other niggas

Won't you say it with me?

My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me

For as long as I'm here, baby that's okay with me

For as long you want, baby that's okay with me

For as long you want, baby that's okay with me

How does it sound? Sound? Fuck it girl

Come spend the night with me

Say whatever, just don't lie to me

Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me

Mama, you could come work, full-time with me

Roll through in the Beamer, get inside

'Til the wheels fall off, that's how long you can ride with me

Yeah, that's word to Stephen Garrett

Come ride with me

Say it one more time for you

These are things I gotta say to you

Make me feel irreplaceable