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Bryson Tiller - Prize Lyrics



Bryson Tiller - Prize Lyrics
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Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

Look at you in this Audemars
Shit, f*ck all these broads, hey, no offense
She is very classy, yes, I know this
Girl can't romance me 'cause I'm focused on you
Seizin' the moment
She is the sole reason I wrote this, yeah
Yeah, and now she's in focus
I don't see nobody else, no, it's just, yeah
Tell me you like a song and I'm singin' to you 'til mornin' come
Touchin' you till you harmonize, I know you
Let me say this shit all the time
Grateful 'cause you are the prize, I want you as mine (mine)
(That shit make me say)

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

I'm grateful (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey)
Grateful because you chose up on me, I can't be out here just hoein' 'round
I already know how karma works, just spinnin' the block, it's goin' 'round
Hit up the club, I called you first, if you on my arm, I'm showin' out
Told me to leave them broads alone, it's quiet for them, you know I did
Ass in the crib, no callin' home, what should I call it? No idea
No wife in a blouse, no spouse, no kids, no four-door whip to drive 'em in
No more hoes, done flyin' 'em in
I'm tryna come make you smile again and vibe
All you wanted was a little openness
And I told myself, better not tell no lies again
This ain't no joke thing, no, not again
Babe, be mine
(What? What?)

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

I tried searchin' for it, I got nowhere, nowhere, yeah
I looked everywhere for it and it's so hard to find
It's got my mind racin' all night, I tried
It's alright, girl, take your time, take your time
Time, time, time
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Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

Look at you in this Audemars
Shit, f*ck all these broads, hey, no offense
She is very classy, yes, I know this
Girl can't romance me 'cause I'm focused on you
Seizin' the moment
She is the sole reason I wrote this, yeah
Yeah, and now she's in focus
I don't see nobody else, no, it's just, yeah
Tell me you like a song and I'm singin' to you 'til mornin' come
Touchin' you till you harmonize, I know you
Let me say this shit all the time
Grateful 'cause you are the prize, I want you as mine (mine)
(That shit make me say)

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

I'm grateful (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey)
Grateful because you chose up on me, I can't be out here just hoein' 'round
I already know how karma works, just spinnin' the block, it's goin' 'round
Hit up the club, I called you first, if you on my arm, I'm showin' out
Told me to leave them broads alone, it's quiet for them, you know I did
Ass in the crib, no callin' home, what should I call it? No idea
No wife in a blouse, no spouse, no kids, no four-door whip to drive 'em in
No more hoes, done flyin' 'em in
I'm tryna come make you smile again and vibe
All you wanted was a little openness
And I told myself, better not tell no lies again
This ain't no joke thing, no, not again
Babe, be mine
(What? What?)

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

I tried searchin' for it, I got nowhere, nowhere, yeah
I looked everywhere for it and it's so hard to find
It's got my mind racin' all night, I tried
It's alright, girl, take your time, take your time
Time, time, time
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Writer: Bryson Tiller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC





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Performed By: Bryson Tiller
From Album: Bryson Tiller
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Written by: Bryson Tiller

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