Do What You Gotta Do

Bryson Tiller & Che Ecru - Rap
Do What You Gotta Do
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Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus: Che Ecru] Baby, tell me if that's cool Tell me if you understand I don't wanna waste your time But I cannot be your man Baby, tell me if that's cool Tell me if you understand I don't wanna waste your time But I cannot be your man [Chorus: Che Ecru] And if you gotta leave me alone Do what you gotta do Girl, if you gotta leave me alone Do what you gotta do, it's true If you gotta leave me alone (Yeah, yeah) Do what you gotta do Baby, if you leave me alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) [Verse 1: Che Ecru] That ain't really what I ask for Tell me, are we gon' get lovin' With your passport trippin' at the airport? Gotta take a different route I ain't tryna worry 'bout nobody tryna check you out I ain't tryna worry 'bout your lips kissin' another mouth I ain't tryna worry, baby, no, no I ain't tryna worry 'bout if you sleepin' in bed right now Or if I call you, will you treat me like the feds right now? If I call, you don't pick up, you a mess right now You upset right now, not the best right now You been stressed out, got shit on your head right now If I call, red or green, she press red right now Girl, you all that I need, but I'm flexed right now And I got these bad bitches on my neck right now I know that God tryna put me through the test right now But my hands and my eyes saying, "Let's find out," damn [Chorus: Bryson Tiller] Girl, if you gotta leave me alone (Yes) Do what you gotta do If you gotta leave me alone Do what you gotta do If you gotta leave me alone Do what you gotta do If you gotta leave me alone [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] Bedside with me but I'm stressed right now I need more from you but you givin' less right now And she tryna put me to the test right now Guess I'm really givin' it my best right now (Right now) Wanna keep her, [?] I don't want [?] I'm battling it, yes indeed Got nothing left for me, nah, nah [Verse 3: Che Ecru] I can't stand it No communication, it got me fucked up Feeling so stranded Language, love I'm speaking it all You know I cannot stand it Building love just to break it apart You know I hate to dismantle it, oh [Outro: Che Ecru] I bet she cyaa find a love like mine Cyaa waste no time Move up ya hips one time One time, one time, one time Yeah, di gyal dem bad, yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Bryson Tiller
- Che Ecru