Fuck You 2

Aye
Aye
It's Duchess, again, bitch
Damn damn damn
Aye
Aye
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Bow! Fuck you
Bow! Fuck you
Fuck you
Bow-bow-bow
Aye
Aye
Damn damn damn
Bow!
Bah-bow-bow

Fuck what you know (bitch)
Anything goes (bitch)
Yeah, you got poles
But, I know you won't blow (bow-bow!)
And fuck all your bro's (fuck 'em!)
And fuck all your ho's (fuck 'em!)
And fuck your baby mama's
Yeah, we know they five oh
Yeah
Yeah, what that make you (huh?)
You finna be through (bitch)
Bitch, fuck you, pay me
Give me them blue's, yeah (give me them blue's)
Fuck yo hustle (fuck it)
And fuck yo coup (fuck it)
You a weak ass muhfucka
You don't get no salute, yeah (damn damn damn)
Yeah, fuck yo kids (bitch)
I'ma run in yo crib
You shouldn't have crossed me
Now you can't live, yeah
Yeah, fuck yo words
They don't mean shit (nope)
And fuck yo urbs
We ain't rolling that shit (nope)
Yeah, fuck yo outfit (fuck it)
And them new J's (bitch)
I might spit on that shit
Then go 'bout my way
You ain't gon' do a thing
And fuck if you are
'Cause fuck yo hood
And fuck yo gang
I'll fuck up your car
Just 'cause I can (bitch)
You think you the man (uh uhh)
I'ma fuck up that plan
Bitch, yeah, fuck your block
I'll make it hot
I'ma fuck up yo money
And fuck up all of your spots (bow-bow)
Yeah, I'ma fuck up anything (everything)
Everything you got (everything)
This for doing me dirty (aye)
You gon' feel me a lot, yeah
Yeah, fuck yo mouth (fuck yo mouth)
Make 'em into snatch out's, yeah (aye)
And fuck yo routes
For you it's fucking drought
Bitch, yeah
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you (fuck you)
This ain't no beef (beef)
This just the streets (streets)
You super sweet (sweet)
Meet my new heat, yeah
Yeah, fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Aye-aye-aye
Fuck you
Aye (fuck you)
Fuck you
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, fuck you
Free Dee Duchess
Fuck you
Bow-bow-bow
Aye
Fuck you, bitch

Fuck you
(Fuck you) Fuck you, you do ho shit
I think that needs some repercussions (skrrr)
Whenever you see me up it
Like a tranny dick, you ain't seen me tuck it (bow)
Can't be sick if it teach you nothin'
Put whatever the fuck you was just thinking
All over your seat covers
When I hop out buckin' like Dee Duchess
Cause if you live you gon' need crutches
Got clippers on me, had to clean cut ya
Said that you gon' slide, but you ain't touch us
Had me rollin' with him, 'cause I seen punches (bah-bow-bow)
And you gon' finally make it, and you will seem lucky (fuck you)
You and your whole team about to scream like they seen Chucky (yeah)
You ain't been where I been, you ain't seen what I seen
So you disagreeing, fuck 'em (look out!)
I give credit where credit is due and when I see you, I see a mean guppie (bitch)
I'm a pit bull
Think you on my level? In your dreams puppy
Screaming "Free Dee" til they free Dee (til they free Dee)
(Fuck you)

Fuck yo beleifs (fuck 'em all!)
Who cares what you thought (fuck it!)
Bitch, fuck all them stories
Who cares who you fought, bitch (bow-bow-bow!)
'Cause none of it matters (no)
When you face me (no)
The only factor (no)
Is who gon' flat faster (now-bow-bow)
Bitch, I'll fuck up your world
It's gon' be shattered (bitch)
And fuck all yo people
They gon' be scattered (damn damn damn)
Yeah, fuck yo plug
I'ma come for him too
Yeah, you ain't no thug
You ain't gon' know what to do
Bitch, I'ma rein on your days
You can't get away (no-no-no)
This is your payment
For all that you did (no-no-no)
I'm making a statement
This ain't no game
I'ma leave your hood vacant
I'ma fuck up yo name, bitch, yeah

Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
This ain't no beef (beef)
This just the streets (streets)
You super sweet (sweet)
Meet my new heat (heat)
Yeah, fuck you



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Writer(s): Diana Ellmers
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