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F4U Video (MV)




Performed By: Bryson Tiller
From Album: Bryson Tiller
Length: 2:03
Written by: Bryson Tiller




Bryson Tiller - F4U Lyrics
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Said I think of 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
For some reason, that don't apply to you
I can't even lie to you, these bitches are 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, hoes 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 (come outside)
I don't know the difference between swizz and provolone
But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes
She 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 red Lamborghini
I feel like Bruce Wayne but I need a Selena
Done with that bag? Man, you happy to see it
Just give me that cat and I'm happy to eat it
I'm mad at you teasin'
These bitches, they lack what I need
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 casual tees
And, I swear, she a killer if he in the middle and move to the right
She still the center, my truest delight
I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right, nah, huh
Better know I ain't comin' here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby
'Cause (and I think of you)
Am I right to suggest you are like eight or nine
Different hairstyles, baby (and I think of you)
Whether 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 (chill)

Hahaha
Nah, for real, you gotta chill
(know you look good in everything you put on)
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad in here (I'm fiendin' for)
But, I only got you, so it don't even matter for real
(I don't see these hoes, I see you)
Believe that (for real, huh)
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Said I think of 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
For some reason, that don't apply to you
I can't even lie to you, these bitches are 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, hoes 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 (come outside)
I don't know the difference between swizz and provolone
But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes
She 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 red Lamborghini
I feel like Bruce Wayne but I need a Selena
Done with that bag? Man, you happy to see it
Just give me that cat and I'm happy to eat it
I'm mad at you teasin'
These bitches, they lack what I need
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 casual tees
And, I swear, she a killer if he in the middle and move to the right
She still the center, my truest delight
I cannot be sleazy, provin' 'em right, nah, huh
Better know I ain't comin' here to go back and forth with no stare-downs, baby
'Cause (and I think of you)
Am I right to suggest you are like eight or nine
Different hairstyles, baby (and I think of you)
Whether 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 (chill)

Hahaha
Nah, for real, you gotta chill
(know you look good in everything you put on)
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad in here (I'm fiendin' for)
But, I only got you, so it don't even matter for real
(I don't see these hoes, I see you)
Believe that (for real, huh)
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Writer: Bryson Tiller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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