BFM (Slowed Down) 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 puss 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 kills 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)