"Fuck You" lyrics - K. MICHELLE

[Intro]

Rub your titties if you got nice weave
(Memphis stand up, A-town stand up)

Fuck you, you's a pussy nigga anyway
While you talking bout me, tell em how I rode your face
Oh, Memphis 10 where we get it in
Money over everything, chicks be fuckin just to win
First, 48 is the scene
I can kill a bitch dreams, have you seen me in my jeans? (Agh)
If that's ya nigga tell him stay up off my ringer
Bout to cock it back, watch me shoot my middle finger like.

[Chorus]

(Jive Records I said)
(Michelle from straight from the ass blog, I'm like, fuck you, smellin like a fish market)
(You angry bitches I'm like.)
(I'ma get ya'll some t-shirts that say 'I Hate K. Michelle')
(All you hatin bitches)

Fuck you, and the bitches that you came wit
Why ugly bitches always wanna talk the most shit?
Dumb shit, sweet valley high shit
Really man, fuck you and ya whole clique
Im from Memphis
Jump a gate, slap a bitch
I ain't industry, and I ain't with that shit
I see alot of niggas, but not alot of men
All of a sudden, stranger bitches tryna be my friend

[Chorus]

(For real though, I-I don't know none of you hoes, I don't.)
(Tell Stylie Mell)
(To that flight attendant that didn't wanna give me another drink, fuck you, okay?)
(I don't really got no more beef you know, I mean, you get rich I mean-mean you ain't gotta talk shit)

[Outro]

(That's how we feel K?)
(Agh)
(AGH)

Twerk, twerk, twerk twerk, Miley twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk twerk, K. twerk
(I'm out)