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The Game ft. Bryson Tiller – Stay Down Lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller]

You say he ain’t treatin’ you right

Huh

Still? Yeah

So go and tell me why

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]

Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin’? (Why)

Why you frownin’, why you down, and (Yeah)

Niggas wildin’, love to waste time, and (That’s right)

Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah)

Yeah, I had to dial-in, you was the angel that got assigned him

You had to change him, had to remind him

Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in)

Why even try him? You ain’t on the side of him

And if it’s not him, I guess it’s mine then

I played the side then, guess I’m the main now

Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now)

I know it’s strange how (Yeah) you get the praise now

You get the claim now

Things been so much different since I came ’round

She say, “Damn,” like she trippin’ out the Greyhound

Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah)

Smiles on your face now ’til your jaws weak (Yeah)

Ain’t nobody else it’s all me (It’s all me)

Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & The Game]

‘Til the mornin’, ’til the evenin’ (Evenin’)

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait ’til you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

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‘Til the mornin’, ’til the evenin’

I give you real love, when you need it

If he was decent, wait ’til you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[Verse 2: The Game]

Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck

Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less

Get dressed, then trade up

Two cribs, revolvin’ doors, A.M., P.M

I’m in, I’m out, she stressed, she saw a DM

And I’m still not a player, but you still a hater

Elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I’m gone

New A.P., pimped out piece

In-house cheeks, Z-4 pimped out seats

Penthouse suite, lease with an option to buy

Coppin’ the five-oh Benz, for when I’m not in the sky

Puffin’ a lot, sippin’ on that Cliquot

Up in the Benz, Heathrow with this freak ho

Drippin’ like I’m G Perico

I ain’t a player but I crush a lot

When I’m inside a designer, eyeliner turn to tears when I touch the spot

Throw up the Duss’, I’m about gettin’ loot

And I knock them boots on that Roosevelt roof

I don’t wanna be a player no more

I’m not a player, I just crush a lot

Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin’ for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Bryson Tiller & The Game]

‘Til the mornin’, ’til the evenin’ (Evenin’)

I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)

If he was decent, wait ’til you see this (Yeah)

I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)

‘Til the mornin’, ’til the evenin’

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I give you real love, when you need it

If he was decent, wait ’til you see this

I better love you, more than he can

[Outro]

I don’t wanna be a player no more

Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin’ for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

I don’t wanna be a player no more

Game and Til are lit and still got what you lookin’ for

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

Stay down, stay down, stay down

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