Lyrics to F You
Fuck you (Miami)
If it was up, it's still the same, bitch (Fuck you)
Same gutter bitch, rich, but I ain’t changed shit (Fuck)
Put my whole hood on, hating hoes came wit' it (You)
Talkin' down on a ho, the fuck? Bitch (Fuck you)
Conversations with this henny in my cup
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you shinin’ crazy 'cross the club
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you showin' hate, don't show no love, bitch (Fuck you)
If you say it's up, then it's up
Bitch, fuck ya
If you ain't never got it out the mud, I can't trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it’s up, it’s stuck there
Say you don't fuck with Caresha, now Miami don’t fuck with you
Still the same bitch (Fuck you)
Same gutter bitch, rich, but I ain't change shit (Fuck you)
Put my whole hood on, hatin' hoes came wit' it (Fuck you)
Talkin’ down on a ho, the fuck?
I'm a mami, I'm a thotty, I'm a badass bitch
Got an ocean for a pussy, suck a mean-ass dick (Uh)
I'm a lemon, I'm a cherry, I get crazy and shit (Ha, ha, ha)
I might give that ho a pass and still go off on her shit (Ha)
I got bodies, I got 'Raris, I don't like 'em legit
Somethin' 'bout a hood nigga that give my pussy the glitch
I [?][1:03] trust you bitches, I don't pay for the rent (Uh)
I don't see you hoes motion 'cause my tint five percent
I like scammers, don't do cameras, this shit privately lit
Hoes started sellin' pennies, get off my pussy, lil' bitch
You can call me a ho, you could call me a trick
You could call me a scammer, say I fuck 'em too quick
You can say that I'm fake, but these Benjamins ain't
The one thing that I ain't is a broke-ass bitch
I'm getting money, nigga (I'm getting money)
I'm getting money, yeah (I'm getting money)
I'm getting money, nigga (I'm getting money)
I'm talking honey buns (Ayy)
I'm getting this money, baby
The fuck, bitch?
Conversations with this henny in my cup
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you shinin' crazy 'cross the club
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you showin' hate, don't show no love, bitch (Fuck you)
If you say it's up, then it's up
Bitch, fuck ya
If you ain't never got it out the mud, I can't trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it's up, it's stuck there
Say you don't fuck with Caresha, now Miami don't fuck with you
If it was up, it's still the same, bitch (Fuck you)
Same gutter bitch, rich, but I ain’t changed shit (Fuck)
Put my whole hood on, hating hoes came wit' it (You)
Talkin' down on a ho, the fuck? Bitch (Fuck you)
Conversations with this henny in my cup
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you shinin’ crazy 'cross the club
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you showin' hate, don't show no love, bitch (Fuck you)
If you say it's up, then it's up
Bitch, fuck ya
If you ain't never got it out the mud, I can't trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it’s up, it’s stuck there
Say you don't fuck with Caresha, now Miami don’t fuck with you
Still the same bitch (Fuck you)
Same gutter bitch, rich, but I ain't change shit (Fuck you)
Put my whole hood on, hatin' hoes came wit' it (Fuck you)
Talkin’ down on a ho, the fuck?
I'm a mami, I'm a thotty, I'm a badass bitch
Got an ocean for a pussy, suck a mean-ass dick (Uh)
I'm a lemon, I'm a cherry, I get crazy and shit (Ha, ha, ha)
I might give that ho a pass and still go off on her shit (Ha)
I got bodies, I got 'Raris, I don't like 'em legit
Somethin' 'bout a hood nigga that give my pussy the glitch
I [?][1:03] trust you bitches, I don't pay for the rent (Uh)
I don't see you hoes motion 'cause my tint five percent
I like scammers, don't do cameras, this shit privately lit
Hoes started sellin' pennies, get off my pussy, lil' bitch
You can call me a ho, you could call me a trick
You could call me a scammer, say I fuck 'em too quick
You can say that I'm fake, but these Benjamins ain't
The one thing that I ain't is a broke-ass bitch
I'm getting money, nigga (I'm getting money)
I'm getting money, yeah (I'm getting money)
I'm getting money, nigga (I'm getting money)
I'm talking honey buns (Ayy)
I'm getting this money, baby
The fuck, bitch?
Conversations with this henny in my cup
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you shinin' crazy 'cross the club
Should I— (Fuck you)
The way you showin' hate, don't show no love, bitch (Fuck you)
If you say it's up, then it's up
Bitch, fuck ya
If you ain't never got it out the mud, I can't trust ya
Went and made some millions for the pain and the sufferings
Red cup type of night, so if it's up, it's stuck there
Say you don't fuck with Caresha, now Miami don't fuck with you
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