American rapper and music executive Diddy just released 'Gotta Move On' off his upcoming album, Off The Grid Vol.1, on this track, he features American singer and rapper Bryson Tiller, read the official lyrics to 'Gotta Move On' in a few scrolls.

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Diddy & Bryson Tiller - Gotta Move On Lyrics

Intro: Bryson Tiller & Diddy
She don't want it, she don’t want it
She don't want it, she don't want it
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (She don’t want it)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Diddy
She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh nah, woah)
Oh but, if she don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh no (Come on)
If she don't want my love, I'm guessing I gotta move on, I guess
I guess, I guess, I came a little too strong, I guess
She don't want my love, I guess I got move on I guess (Gotta movе on)
Yeah

Verse: Bryson Tiller
I tried, I done triеd to give it all to you, baby
Brand new Mercedes, a newborn baby, yeah
And I told you your love too lazy, damn
All you had to do was love me, baby, yeah
Man, it gets so frustrating, yeah
Why you wanna go and text me, baby? Yeah
Degrade me and tell me I'm failing, yeah
Keep telling me things like
You done trying with me, done fighting with me, yeah
Gave you a ring, I was going off the deep end, yeah
Oh, DeLeón, my drink for the weekend
Sent you some things, yeah, when I was done drinking, like
Girl, he with you for the wrong reasons 'cause you was with me
Uh, tell him, "Stop reaching" (Stop reaching)
Guess that's just the jealous in me
I'm salty, I need it, my wounds keep bleeding
You found a new man, so I gotta move on
Guess you got a new agenda, but you know you barely know, I won't
Said you're wrong, guess you had to move on
On, on, on, on, said she

Chorus: Bryson Tiller
If she don't want my love, I'm guessing I gotta move on, I guess
I guess, I guess, I came a little too strong, I guess
She don't want my love, I guess I got move on I guess (Gotta move on)
Yeah
I guess I gotta move on, I guess

Bridge: Diddy & Bryson Tiller
We going up, we going live
Can't stop, won't stop, told y'all, uh
See me pull up, no problem (Wash it)
I can never ever be no one option (Watch it)
Pull up on me but no blogs (No blogs)
Now you wanna say you wanna talk (Wanna talk)
Now you wanna say you wanna talk (Wanna talk)
Now you wanna say you wanna, hol' up
Get in your bag, stay in your bag
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Yeah, that's right)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Ooh yeah)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag

Outro: Bryson Tiller
Gotta move on
Find peace
Serenity

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Read the most accurate lyrics to 'Fell In Luv' by Playboi Carti, featuring Bryson Tiller. Fell In Luv was released in 2018, as the tenth track on Playboi Carti's DIE LIT album, Fell In Luv was produced by Pi'erre Bourne.

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Playboi Carti & Bryson Tiller - Fell In Luv Lyrics

Chorus: Playboi Carti
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
I fell in love, I fell in love
And that's okay 'cause I'm in love

Verse 1: Playboi Carti
We in that bed, give me head
I want that just to stay
Close your eye, don't shed no tear
Keep it dark, close the shade
I'm off the pills, you on that lean
You fuck me slowly, uh, girl, do your thing
Let's take some pictures, let's take some scenes, huh
Playboy, huh, magazine, huh
She got her panties off with no T, huh
She got her titties out, she wanna tease, huh
She tatted up now, I see you see, huh
I know you see, I know you see I see
You know I want that bitch, I wanna eat, I eat
I wanna lick it up, I wanna fucking eat
I wanna freeze you up, I want them diamonds blinging
I want it all on you, I want you all on me, ooh

Chorus: Playboi Carti
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love

Verse 2: Bryson Tiller
Lil' ma fly, she got a flock now
Got a squad now, got a drop now
She club hop, ayy, jewelry shopping
Girl, you shining, girl, you fine, and yeah, you
Fine as wine, you ten like diamonds (Dime piece)
I treat you like my last dime
Go broke, uh, no joke, uh
I cut these hoes off, I kill the roll call
I put the doors up, she like to show off
Them bitches sleepy, them bitches dozed off
I put a ring on it, name got a ring to it
On my knees for you, watch me do it how he ain't do it
I cannot speak for you, but I know that he ain't fluent
I speak your language, he don't tell you things, do he?
Like girl, you dangerous, girl, I ain't seen beauty
Not 'til I seen you, gon' treat you like queen do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me sing to you, let this be the theme music, girl, I fell in love

Chorus: Playboi Carti
I fell in love, fell in love
But that's okay 'cause we in love
Oh my God, I fell in love
I fell in love with the love
Show me love, I give you love
Fell in love, I fell in love
I want in for the love
Just show me love, just show me love
I fell in love, I fell in love
And that's okay 'cause I'm in love

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Read the correct and complete Lyrics to Nowhere To Run by Ryan Trey, featuring Bryson Tiller. Ryan Trey released 'Nowhere To Run' in 2019.

Ryan Trey And Bryson Tiller

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'Nowhere To Run' Lyrics By Ryan Trey & Bryson Tiller 

Intro: Ryan Trey
Look down on it
Look down on it
Baby, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy

Chorus: Ryan Trey & Bryson Tiller
Look down on it
Everything good, and you know that I want to
Swoop down on you (Yeah)
Yeah, I see something in you lil' mama
Ice drink pouring (Yeah)
Never stay around for a nigga that often
I'm just tryna talk with you (Yeah)
Something seems wrong with you
Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby, yeah
There's nowhere for you to run now, baby, yeah
Ayy-yeah
I know you want a real one, baby, yeah
Is that right?
'Cause, girl, you look like
And you know I'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All your friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married, that ain't what it look like
Look like (Oh)
All your friends are leaving

Verse 1: Bryson Tiller
Swoop down on it, swoop down on it
Birthday suit, that's your new style on it
Birthday coupe, that's a new 500
You're too fly for me
Too fly, honey
You're coop fly, ooh ma'
They don't make 'em like you, I do
Get me fitted for a suit top, whoosah
Do not, don't listen to that hoorah, who's hot, who's not, that's weak
I saw you, and told my niggas, "Wait that's me" (Me)
Saw you and they say you embracin' your physique
Sorry, but I can't help but think it was for me
She naughty, we left the party
I had to

Chorus: Ryan Trey & Bryson Tiller
Look down on it (Ayy, ayy)
Everything good, and you know that I want to
Swoop down on you (Yeah)
Something seems wrong with you
Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby, yeah
There's nowhere for you to run now, baby, yeah
Ayy-yeah
I know you want a real one, baby, yeah
Is that right?
'Cause, girl, you look like
And you know I'm waiting on you late night
Late night
All you friends are leaving by midnight
Henny ain't the only thing that feel right
You say you married, that ain't what it look like

Verse 2: Ryan Trey
Ayy
Who gon' cover the bill?
I guess I deliver man
All these drinks we done spilled
I keep the bottle on chill
Say that you new to this, I'm not you, baby
Tell them other niggas I rock too crazy
Ass made a nigga do six one-eighties
Put your Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes, yeah
It's going off in here
Black Audi to match the Audemars, I'm here with all my peers
I drip Dolce 'til I disappear in the whip
I spend like double ya niggas rent
I get two shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out
Pencil dressed, ass too big for me to sketch it out
Why do y'all girls buy clothes if y'all gon' stretch them out?
Too loud in my section, they try to spell it out
Balcony at Liv, I saw you headed for the exit
And that shit gon' leave me restless if I never make this move and try to (Swoop down)

Outro: Ryan Trey
Look down, yeah (Swoop down)
You gotta look, baby
Look down (Swoop down)
Look down (Swoop down)
Look down
You gotta swoop down
Swoop down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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