Bryson Tiller – No Thank You Lyrics

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No Thank You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Downtown Seattle on the weekend
You live kinda close but not too close
Hit your FaceTime, oh, you decent
It’s nine o’clock, you even naked, are you fully clothes?
Why you in the club on a Thursday?
These niggas always thirsty and it’s full of those
Matchin’ pyjamas season is comin’ up
How we both single? Girl, we gon’ cut it close
‘Cause you that bad, yeah, you fine, fine
Put tequila on pause, you drinkin’ wine, wine
But still ain’t [?], I hope you know that
You say stop makin’ funny, you wanna go back to them stank hoes
To them girls that wear a bracelet on their anklеs, to them
Instagram models, who only worried ’bout hеr angles

[Chorus]
No, thank you
I know what I got, it ain’t an angel
But I wouldn’t trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin’ me
Even at my worst, I know you lovin’ me
On days I don’t put you first, you still in love with me
Even at my worst, I know you lovin’ me
On days I don’t put you first, you still in love with me
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[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
So fuckin’ with them bitches ain’t no fair trade
Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe
But fuck with someone else, it ain’t the same thing

[Chorus]
So, no, thank you
I know what I got, it ain’t an angel
But I wouldn’t trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin’ me (Ah)
I know what I got, it ain’t an angel
But I wouldn’t trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day I thank you for lovin’ me