Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

you
This is for hoes that I hate
my French
But I just say

you
This is for them that smile in your face
my French
But I just say

you
Go ahead em why youre mad
youre broke and youre sad
And aint nobody to

you
So I just to say
F U C K

This next track is for them hatin ass bitches and
Kim
Who thought I was gonna rot in
This is Ive been waitin for
Who thought I couldnt do it
Thats the love hook, the right hook
Yeah, well the motherfuckin is back, bitch
Go under a motherfuckin rock, fuck you

you
This is for them hoes I hate
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
This is for them snakes that in your face
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause youre and youre sad
And aint tryin to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

my sexiness offend you?
You hoes aint friends but they try to to
Snakes in the grass tryin to strike you
Tell em why your mad cause Im fly like Jet

They even try to go through what Ive through
But they to catch up cause theyre in my rear view
I a bitch ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
But you ain't even worth up my hairdo

I tell this to you, go to hell
Youre my name, tryin to get your shit to sell
And even though your girl away, got low like Chappelle
Im back in the club, got everybody

you
This is for them hoes that I
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
This is for them snakes that in your face
Pardon my
But I just say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause youre and youre sad
And aint tryin to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

Go ahead tell em why mad
What you spend on rent I spend on my Louis bag
Im high class, on 5th Ave
You keep the tag in your so you can take it back

Mad cause youre broke and you're for a fix
But you my autographs and you wanna take a flick
Tell em why youre mad cause you lookin pissed
Jealousy is a and you lookin real sick

Need to see a doc, a girl on top
bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
Headed to the bank, Ima get it
When they play in the spot, let everybody

you
This is for them that I hate
Pardon my
But I just say

you
This is for them snakes that smile in your
my French
But I just say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause youre broke and sad
And aint nobody to

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

Kimbrel, Im just sayin I feel
You hoes faker than a three dollar
Now the Queens back, you already the drill
Only time you burned is when youre on the treadmill

Its like they always on their
why youre mad, go on tell em why you furious
You crack me up, don't nobody take you serious
I at em, make Eddie Murphy delirious

Listen here, dont hate me, the person in the mirror
So please keep that fake ass shit from over
And evrybody put your middle in the air
And we gon them haters

you
This is for hoes that I hate
my French
But I just say

you
This is for them snakes that smile in your
Pardon my
But I wanna say

you
Go ahead tell em why mad
Cause youre and youre sad
And aint tryin to

you
So I just to say
F U C K you

you