kets4eki & asteria – bfm (slowed & reverbed) lyrics
[intro: britney manson]
(it’s britney f+cking manson, a+a+a+a+ah!)
[verse 1: britney manson]
like a face of beauty clinic, a cosmetic exclusivity
i’m a precious baby, and my driver in infinity
i just got my p+ss done, and i think that was fun
and my lips are so expensive, you could never be the one
[pre+chorus: britney manson]
ah! (yeah) i have it all
a+a+a+ah! (yeah) i have it done
i know what you want
(come on baby, i’m so hot)
ah! (yeah) look like a god
ah! (yeah) i’ll do my sl+tty pop
b+tch, don’t try to take me o+o+o+out
(i’m expensive, you’re not)
[chorus: kets4eki, britney manson, both]
we poppin’ out the party, with bottles of bacardi
this ho, she really wants me
(and he can’t get enough of me+e)
this girl is so expensive
this sh+t don’t make no sense, b+tch
i bring her to the mansion
it’s britney f+cking manson
we poppin’ out the party, with bottles of bacardi
this ho, she really wants me
(and he can’t get enough of me+e)
this girl is so expensive
this sh+t don’t make no sense, b+tch
i bring her to the mansion
it’s britney f+cking manson
[verse 2: asteria & britney manson]
i got one, two, three, four pretty b+tches with me
popping off bottles, sipping on whitney
i don’t give a f+ck if my lifestyle k!lls me
i been posted up in the club with britney (oh yeah)
pouring up a four while i’m smoking up a pack
all these b+tches know me, had to tell them to throw it back (ah+ah)
all these b+tches know me, had to tell them to throw it back
all these b+tches know me, had to tell them to throw it—
[pre+chorus: asteria]
like ah, i feel like a god
got any b+tch i want, i walk into the club
these b+tches fiending for my c+ck
i feel like a god
got any b+tch i want, i walk into the club
these b+tches fiending for my c+ck
[chorus: kets4eki, britney manson, both]
we poppin’ out the party, with bottles of bacardi
this ho, she really wants me
(and he can’t get enough of me+e)
this girl is so expensive
this sh+t don’t make no sense, b+tch
i bring her to the mansion
it’s britney f+cking manson
we poppin’ out the party, with bottles of bacardi
this ho, she really wants me
(and he can’t get enough of me+e)
this girl is so expensive
this sh+t don’t make no sense, b+tch
i bring her to the mansion
it’s britney f+cking manson
[outro: britney manson]
ah! (ah+ah+ah)
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