Fuck You
Meek Mill, Yo Gotti
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F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (tell a hater I said) F*ck you, f*ck you (pussy) F*ck you, f*ck you (tell your bitch I said) Me Ass up, face down One night only, I'm from out of town Pound, new rules we ain't waiting on it And if that pussy good we spend a cake on it Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Chanel Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers If you a hater I just got two words F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (tell a hater I said) F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (and tell your bitch I said) You, and the bitches that you came with All in my section drinking my shit You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking what you doing ho? Instagram and taking pictures, but you don't know me though Damn, she said that she a fan Yea I understand, but I want to get in her pants 'Cause she thick as f*ck and she sticking her tongue out She said she don't f*ck with rappers And I'm like what you talking about bitch? F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (I got two words for you) F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (tell a hater I said) Oh, I said f*ck 'em I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em When the money come Homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em If the brick ain't coming with a stamp, I don't touch it I want that BMF with the Scorpio when I'm bustin' Like a bitch when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin' Clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert And testifying on your homie, took a deal, but was it worth it nigga? I met this bitch, she said "My friend, she want to f*ck you" I like your friend, but really though, I wanna f*ck you And if I get my roadie though, he gotta to f*ck too Now put your middle fingers up and scream (Ho, ho!) haters, nigga mad at the paper Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres Twenty chains, ten watches, I'm a jeweler Lil' watch with the jest, don't let it fool you I could school you on how to look like money Hustler of the year, could write a book 'bout money Don't pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes With your re-up money better tell them hoes, bitch F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (tell a bitch I said) F*ck you, f*ck you F*ck you, f*ck you (tell a hater I said)
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Written by: Mario Mims, Marco Antonio Jr Rodriguez Diaz, William Leonard Roberts
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