Phuk U
Here's a message that we would like to send to you
(Hook)
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Hey mister officer, police man Mr. Cop
Mister beat a nigga down on a routine stop
Mister lock a nigga down and let him rott
Aint no love for the bade on the
Block (all my niggaz screamin fuck you)
Both middle fingers up
Mister rough a nigga up while you got 'em in the cuffs
Nigga, I guess the badge make you tough
And McGruff brings the dogg out a
Pig, nigga what? (I'm saying fuck you)
At the top of my lungs
When I see a punk pig man it's hard to hold my tongue
You act hard with your batons and your guns
Talkin bout (Don't get smart with me son) (What nigga? fuck you)
You love to throw us in the jail
Love to see us in the court struggling to make bail
You piga love to make our lives a living hell
You can hit me with an L in a cell and i'll still be screaming...
(Hook)
Hey misses high maintenance conceited ass bitch
With manicured toes and silicone tits
Kanye gold digging ass chick
Got your nose up thinking you're the shit (Nah bitch, fuck you)
Miss eyes on the prize
Bank account killa, miss leave a nigga dry
You gotta know what kind of car a nigga drive
Before you think about fuckin with a guy (Huh bitch? fuck you)
Miss show a nigga ass
High class hooker, fuck for the cash
You've got a thang for a Louie V bag
And a sucker that'll put it on his tab (am I right baby, fuck you)
You think you all that
Girl you on your own shit, baby what you call that? Stuck up
You aint real you a mall rat
Girl you get no love all you get is 2 middle fingers and a...
(Hook)
You can keep on hating on me mister hater
Mister shit talker, Degrader
No game mister front on a player
Hate on a pimp mister hate a paper chaser (Fuck you)
Mister can't stand shit
Mister I don't give a fuck how large a nigga gets
It makes you mad that a nigga got chips
Face long nigga acting like a bitch (Huh nigga? Fuck You)
Mister I don't give props
Mister I don't show love and that aint ever gunna stop
You hate to seea nigga climb to the top
But you love to see a muthafucka flop (aint I right nigga, fuck you)
Mister hate on the hoes
Hate on the game nigga hate on the dough
Shit, nigga hate on the flow
You can hate till a muthafucka blow (And you know it's still...)
(Hook)
(Outro)
Here's a message that we would like to send to you
I said Fuck You
(Hook)
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Phuk you, Nigga you aint shit
Phuk you, bitch you aint shit
Hey mister officer, police man Mr. Cop
Mister beat a nigga down on a routine stop
Mister lock a nigga down and let him rott
Aint no love for the bade on the
Block (all my niggaz screamin fuck you)
Both middle fingers up
Mister rough a nigga up while you got 'em in the cuffs
Nigga, I guess the badge make you tough
And McGruff brings the dogg out a
Pig, nigga what? (I'm saying fuck you)
At the top of my lungs
When I see a punk pig man it's hard to hold my tongue
You act hard with your batons and your guns
Talkin bout (Don't get smart with me son) (What nigga? fuck you)
You love to throw us in the jail
Love to see us in the court struggling to make bail
You piga love to make our lives a living hell
You can hit me with an L in a cell and i'll still be screaming...
(Hook)
Hey misses high maintenance conceited ass bitch
With manicured toes and silicone tits
Kanye gold digging ass chick
Got your nose up thinking you're the shit (Nah bitch, fuck you)
Miss eyes on the prize
Bank account killa, miss leave a nigga dry
You gotta know what kind of car a nigga drive
Before you think about fuckin with a guy (Huh bitch? fuck you)
Miss show a nigga ass
High class hooker, fuck for the cash
You've got a thang for a Louie V bag
And a sucker that'll put it on his tab (am I right baby, fuck you)
You think you all that
Girl you on your own shit, baby what you call that? Stuck up
You aint real you a mall rat
Girl you get no love all you get is 2 middle fingers and a...
(Hook)
You can keep on hating on me mister hater
Mister shit talker, Degrader
No game mister front on a player
Hate on a pimp mister hate a paper chaser (Fuck you)
Mister can't stand shit
Mister I don't give a fuck how large a nigga gets
It makes you mad that a nigga got chips
Face long nigga acting like a bitch (Huh nigga? Fuck You)
Mister I don't give props
Mister I don't show love and that aint ever gunna stop
You hate to seea nigga climb to the top
But you love to see a muthafucka flop (aint I right nigga, fuck you)
Mister hate on the hoes
Hate on the game nigga hate on the dough
Shit, nigga hate on the flow
You can hate till a muthafucka blow (And you know it's still...)
(Hook)
(Outro)
Here's a message that we would like to send to you
I said Fuck You
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Ramone Robinson, Dustin Andrew Mark Ryan, Alejandro Gomez
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