[Intro:]
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Rub your titties if you got nice weed
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Fuck you, fuck you
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A town, stand up!
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Fuck you, you's a pussy nigga anyway
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Why you're talking about me?
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Tell them how I rode your face!
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Uh, Memphis... where we're getting in
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Money over everything, chicks be fucking just to win!
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First 48 is the same
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I can kill a bitch dreams
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Have you seen me in my jeans?
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If that's your nigga, tell him stay up by my ringer
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About to cock your back, watch me shoot my little finger, like
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Fuck you, fuck you
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J Records, I say,
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Michelle from straight from the ass blow like
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Smelling like a fish market
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You angry bitches are like
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Fuck you, fuck you
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I'm gonna get you some T-shirts
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And say I hate...
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Are you hating bitches?
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Let it go, uh
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Hold me up
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Fuck you, I hate the bitches that you came with
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My ugly bitches always want to talk the most, yeah
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Dumb shit, sweet... shit
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Real mine, fuck you and your whole clique!
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I'm from Memphis, drop a K, slap a bitch
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I am in the street, and I ain't in the shit
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I see a lot of niggas, but not a lot of me
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All of a sudden, stranger bitches trying to be my friend
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Fuck you, fuck you
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For real, though,
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I don't know any of you hoes
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Fuck you, fuck you
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I don't!
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Fuck you, fuck you
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To that flight attendant that don't wanna give me another drink
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Fuck you, ok!
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Huh, yeah, I really ain't got no more beef, you know!
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Fuck you, fuck you
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I mean to get rich,
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You ain't gotta talk shit!
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Fuck You
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K. Michelle |