Bryson Tiller - Don't (Freestyle) lyrics

What it look like.. Shorty how you feelin Ass to the flo', pedicures to ceilin It's like.. I be the connoisseur of ya feelings Don't stop till you finished Omnivore when I'm in it Now.. Put ya palms on the floor while I'm in it Legs stand straight don't move don't pivot I stay in that spot when I'm feelin her shiver Shots to ya cervix like shots to ya liver Wow.. Shots of the liquor She flinch like a shot when I lick her Feel gold when I'm in her Call her my kicker She a champagne sipper I'm a Cognac k**er (Wooo !) Real Coon Life sh** Crack a bottle, Henny s** is a cool night shift Hol up.. Lemme snooze right quick Take a nap then I'm back let the booze write this Brown liquor for a brown n***a She said its goin up.. sh** & I'm down witchya The song switch is how the pound differ She said if you goin down in goin down witchya So I guess I'm Jack in the Titanic Instead you extra loyal so you comin down with me I can dig that.. So you tellin me Tequila got you splitting & lickin sippin & swigging now you lookin for that act right Slide in have her hidin. Flippin & dippin, pelvis to pelvis now she grippin on my back right Tape this.. Back cam with the flash light See waves in her cheeks cuz the a** right Jason, placement how I stab right She swear that a n***a did p**n in a past life Now my thumb on her throat Thumb in her uhh.. The music is low We f** to drum Then she bit me on my ear & said you f**in me up You better hold out n***a wait cum when I cum I said f**k The way you talk to a brother No pull out.. & it's ya fault you a mother Ya kitty good & you talkin that sh** If you think about leavin I'm offin ya sh** Tell them stalkers be cautious ain't auctioning sh** She flawless & gorgeous they all on her hip A just look at her a**.. Like damn it shake like some Parkinson's sh** It look like a globe with a part in the sh** Just pardon the kid.. Cuz I'm all lit Hit her with the poker face then I went all in Nah I poke her face.. Then I went all in Sinatra