K. Michelle - Fuck You lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

Fuck you, fuck you

Rub your titties if you got nice weave

Fuck you, fuck you

A town, stand up!

Fuck you, you’s a pussy nigga anyway

Why you’re talking about me?

Tell them how I rode your face!

Uh, Memphis, Ten where we get it in

Money over everything, chicks be fucking just to win!

First 48 is the scene

I can kill a bitch dreams

Have you seen me in my jeans?

If that’s your nigga, tell him stay up by my ringer

About to cock your back, watch me shoot my middle finger, like

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Jive Records, I say,

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Michelle from straight from the ass blog like

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

Smelling like a fish market

You angry bitches I'm like

Fuck you, fuck you

I’m gonna get y'all some T-shirts

And say I hate..

Are you hating bitches?

Let it go, uh

Hold me up

Fuck you, and the bitches that you came with

Why ugly bitches always want to talk the most shit, yeah

Dumb shit, sweet... shit

Really mane, fuck you and your whole clique!

I’m from Memphis, jump a gate, slap a bitch

I ain't in the street, and I ain’t in the shit

I see a lot of niggas, but not a lot of men

All of a sudden, stranger bitches trying to be my friend

Fuck you, fuck you

For real, though,

I don’t know any of you hoes

Fuck you, fuck you

I don’t!

Tell Sally Mae

Fuck you, fuck you

Fuck you, fuck you

To that flight attendant that don’t wanna give me another drink

Fuck you, ok!

Huh, yeah, I really ain’t got no more beef, you know!

Fuck you, fuck you

I mean you get rich,

You ain’t gotta talk shit!

Thanks to Dai for correcting these lyrics