Fuck You Lyrics

Fuck you, fuck you
Rub your titties if you got nice weed
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... where we're getting in
Money over everything, chicks be fucking just to win!
First 48 is the same
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 little finger, like

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
J Records, I say,
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Michelle from straight from the ass blow like
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Smelling like a fish market
You angry bitches are like
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm gonna get you some T-shirts
And say I hate...
Are you hating bitches?

Let it go, uh
Hold me up
Fuck you, I hate the bitches that you came with
My ugly bitches always want to talk the most, yeah
Dumb shit, sweet... shit
Real mine, fuck you and your whole clique!
I'm from Memphis, drop a K, slap a bitch
I am in the street, and I ain't in the shit
I see a lot of niggas, but not a lot of me
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!
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 to get rich,
You ain't gotta talk shit!