Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck You

you
This is for them that I hate
my French
But I wanna say

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

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

you
So I just to say
F U C K

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

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

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

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

you
So I want to say
F U C K you

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

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

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

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

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

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

you
So I just to say
F U C K you

Go ahead tell em why mad
What you spend on your 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 broke and you're lookin for a fix
But you want my autographs and you wanna take a
em why youre mad cause you lookin real pissed
Jealousy is a disease and you lookin sick

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

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

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

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

you
So I just to say
F U C K you

Kimbrel, Im just what I feel
You faker than a three dollar bill
Now the back, you already know the drill
Only time you gettin is when youre on the treadmill

Its like they always on period
Tell why youre mad, go on tell em why you
You chicks crack me up, don't take you serious
I at em, make Eddie Murphy delirious

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

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

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

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

you
So I just to say
F U C K you

you