Michete - #f**boy lyrics

Question: tell me how you feel about me I write my own lyrics and I make my own beats I got my own tricks and I do my own stunts Can't name another b**h that could do it so c*nt I'm always so blunt, so you cannot take f**in' with Michete? that's a big mistake Cause it's verbal armaggedon when I get up on a track I'm bout to leave 'em in their feelings and I'm never holdin' back f** what you heard, cause I'm here to state facts See 'em gettin' mad cause I got what they lack Yeah I'm talkin' bout bars, I got 'em for days Happy Meal sh**, got me lookin' gourmet I'm an Ivy League b**h, now you lookin' fourth grade Cause I'm colder than a double rainbow sorbet Could I be more gay? yaaaas! Everybody in the club say yaaaas! All the b**hes gather round like yaaaas! Got your girlfriend screaming out yaaaas! Uh, these b**hes live for me 'Chete gettin' to the fame and the infamy And so these down-low f*ggots wanna get with me But I would never let a f**boy sit with me Nope, been bad since Haddaway And I'm known to get buck like Tampa Bay Always hit my mark, no Antonay Stay smokin' motherf**ers like a pack a day But you ain't getting no accolades Cause your brain more hollow than a bag of Lay's So I end a weak b**h like Saturday And then I kick back and watch anime When I spit my verse I pile up the bodies, leave 'em in my hearse I don't play nice, I go the f** off I let my haters know they can really f** off I never tell a lie, everything I say is true I'm a real b**h, can't say the same about you Now, see you on your f**boy sh** f**boy smile on your f**boy lips f**boy style and your f**boy kicks In a f**boy pile with your f**boy clique f**boy Damn right, you ain't nothin but f**boy Always sit at home playin with your f**toys Turn down, I ain't tryin' to hear that f** noise Cause I really don't give a f**, f**boy