K. Michelle - f** You lyrics

[Intro] Rub your titties If you nice weave [Verse 1] f** you You a p**y n***a anyway While you talk about me Tell'em how I rode your face Memphis Ten where we get it in Money over everything Chicks be f**ing just to win First 48 is the scene I can k** a b**h dream Till you see me in my jeans If that's ya n***a Tell him stay up out my ringer Bout to clock it back Watch me shoot my middle finger Like [Chorus] f** you f** you f** you f** you Jive records I said f** you f** you f** you Michelle from Straight from the a** blog I'm like f** you f** you Smelling like a fish market f** you f** you You angry b**hes I'm like f** you I'm all give y'all some T-shirt that say I hate K.Michelle All you hating b**h [Verse 2] f** you And them b**hes that you came with Why ugly b**hes always wanna talk the most sh** Dumb sh** sweet valley high sh** Really man f** you and your whole clique I'm from Memphis Jump a gate slap a b**h I ain't in the streets And I ain't with that sh** I see a lot of n***as But not a lot of men All of a sudden stranger b**hes tryna be my friend [Chorus] f** you For real tho I don't know none of you hoes I don't f** you f** you Tell Sally Mann f** you f** you f** you f** you To that flight attendant That didn't want to get me another drink f** you f** you f** you f** you