b.m.f. lyrics – tyga

“b.m.f.”

first of all i ain’t feeling y’all
feel the f*cking heat defrost
fill the spoon full of food
ain’t enough to feed the room
i don’t have to goon, twizla boy split you to
cherry red rover roof
crips to confuse you
you can say i blue’s you
better than i bruised you
all you n*gg*s copycats doing sh*t i used to
oh you tatted too, n*gg* f*ck you
my b*tch ain’t got no tatts i hit her from the back
i spend south of france all that other sh*t is wack
sling shot it in the ear than i let the sh*t collapse
money is my pet peeve, give me hourly
if there is none at all, than i’m p*ssed off
i listen to rick ross and i know ricky ross
i’m leonardo in inception, reserve my section
i do dreams put you in a bubble, benz or lexus
i will smith the necklace, i do it effortless
b*tch all eyes on me
the future’s in my eyes,
money brings b*tches, b*tches bring lies
one n*gg* jealous than the motherf*cker dies
figure you ain’t scary if you did the crime
now prepare it’s dinnertime
dimmer the lights, lemon with ice
look it at twice it’s fizzling sprite
brown do the belly nice
no coca cola, i don’t drink soda
black beenie n*gg*, like a f*cking smoker
they say i’m bout to blow up like super nova
put your helmet on, the bulldozing dopiest
how you sh*tting on ’em and ain’t got sh*t on ’em
it kills me to know it, you melanie fiona
oh, remove yourself from my scr*t*m
oh, remove yourself, remove yourself
oh, remove yourself from my scr*t*m
pull your whole car i thought i told you.

/ tyga lyrics