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Artiste : Bryson Tiller
Titre : F4U
Said I´m fiendin´ for you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
(He´s heatin´ up)
Yeah

You know, they say it´s always gon´ be a badder bitch, but some reason, that don´t apply to you
I can´t even lie to you, these bitches bad, but just not as fine as you
They lookin´ at me like, "How come I´m not outside with you?"
They lookin´ at me like, "Who gon´ make this nigga fold?"
Walkin´ all in my line of sight, tryna find out who I´ma like
Let me show it to you
Let me hit her phone
Baby, in here doin´ pick and rolls
I know I said I was out with the bros, but I need you to go put different clothes on (I´m outside)
I don´t know the difference between Swiss and provolone

But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes
Got a nigga cheesin´
Not for any reason other reason other than
She borderline comedian
Stay on her lane while these bitches drive on the median (Damn)
Like it´s 2012, I´m swervin´ this ho, and I mean it (Swerve)
I´m showin´ no mercy to hoes and I mean it
It´s only you in this black Lamborghini
I feel like Bruce Wayne but I need a Selina
Done want a Batman, you happy to see it
Just give me that cat and I´m happy to eat it
I´m mad at you teasin´ me
These bitches, they lack what I´m needin´
Let´s keep it a rack, they not half of what she is, I swear

Won´t be no mackin´ for me
And I swear, won´t be no casualties
And I swear, she a killer if he in the middle and move to the right
Twist to the center, my truest delight
I cannot be sleazy, provin´ ´em right
Nah, huh
Better know I ain´t come in here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby
´Cause (Said I´m fiendin´ for you)
And my roster just, you like eight or nine
Different hairstyles, baby (Said I´m fiendin´ for you)
Well, if it´s braided now
Or hair down, maybe, or curly or straight
You switch it up year-round
Two-strand twist, it ain´t fair, now, baby (Said I´m fiendin´ for you)

Chill

Hahah, nah, for real, you gotta chill (You look good in everything, what´s goin´ on?)
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad (I´m fiendin´ for you)
But I only see you, so I don´t even matter for real
Believe that (For real, huh)