Fuck You

(album: Ms. G.O.A.T - 2008)

Fuck you this for the hoes that hate
Pardon my french I just wanna say fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in ya face
Pardon my french I just wanna say fuck you
Go ahead tell them why you mad because you broke and you sad because I ain't nobody tryna Fuck you
So I just wanna say F.U.C.K you

[Verse 1:]
Does my sexiness offend you.
You hoes ain't Friends but they try to pretend too.
Snakes in the grass tryna strike against you Tell them why you made cause I'm fly like jet blue
They even try to go through what I've been through
They need to catch up because there in my rear view
I kick a bitch ass in my jimmy choo shoes
But you ain't even worth sweating out my hair do. I tell them
Screw you bitch go to hell you say my name tryna get ya shit to sell
Even though ya girl been away
Got low like chapelle
I'm back in the club got everybody yelling Fuck you

[Verse 2:]
Go head tell them why you mad what you spend on ya rent I spend on my Louie Bag
I'm high class shopping on 5th Ave you keep the tag in ya cloths so you can take it back Mad cause you broke and you tryna for a fix
What You want my autograph then you wanna take a flick
They them why you mad cause you looking real pissed
Jealousy is a disease and you looking real sick
Need to see a doc ya girl on top
A lot Bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
Head to the bank I'm a give it non stop
Little play it in the spot have everybody saying

[Verse 3:]
Kim real I'm just saying what I feel
You hoes faker than a 3 dollar bill
The only time you getting burn is when you on the treadmill
Illll it's like they always on there period
Tell them why you mad yo tell them why your furious
You chicks crack me up don't nobody take u serious
I laugh at em they Eddie Murphy delirious
Listen here don't me hate the person in the mirror
The queen keep that fake ass shit from over here
Everybody put ya middle finger in the air and we gonna tell them hater