Lyrics K. Michelle – Fuck You

(Fuck you)
It’s set up
Rub your titties if you got nice weave
Memphis stand up

Fuck you
You’s a pussy nigga anyway
While you’re talking about me
Tell ’em how I rode your face
Uh Memphis 10 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
Ah, if that’s your nigga
Tell him stay up off my ringer
‘Bout to cock it back
Watch me shoot my middle finger like

Fuck you
Uh uh Jive Records I say
Michelle from straight from the ass blog
I’m like fuck you
Smelling like a fish market
You angry bitches, I’m like
I’m ‘a all get y’all some T-shirt that say «I hate K. Michelle»
All you hating bitches

Romantic
Bond
Romeo

Fuck you
And the bitches that you came with
Why ugly bitches
Always wanna talk the most shit
Dumb shit
Sweet valley high shit
Really man
Fuck you and your whole clique

I’m from Memphis
Jump a gay
Slap a bitch
I ain’t industry
And I ain’t with that shit
I see a lot of niggas
But not a lot of men
All of a sudden
Stranger bitches tryna be my friend

For real though I don’t know none of you hoes
I don’t
Tell Stylie Mell I know that hoe
To that flight attendant that didn’t wanna give me another drink
Fuck you. OK?
And I don’t really got no more beef you know
I mean
You get rich
I mean, mean
You ain’t gotta talk shit

Romantic
That’s how we feel, K
James Bond
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, Miley twerk
(I’m out)