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Fuck You, Pay Me

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell a hater I said
Fuck you
Fuck you
pussy
Fuck you
Fuck you

And tell your bitch I said
fuck...
Me
Ass up, face down
One night only, I'm from out of town
pound new rules we ain't waiting on it
And if that pussy good we spend cake on it

Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new chanel

gesepshi sneakers, his and hers
If you a hater I just got two words
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
yell a hater i said

fuck you
fuck you

Fuck you
fuck you
&tell your bitch i said
fuck...
you
and the bitches that you came with
All in my section drinking my shit

You ain't fucking, you ain't sucking what you doing ho?
Instagram and taking pictures, you don't know me though
Damn, she say she a fan

Yea I understand, but I want to get in her pants
cuz she thick as fuck
and she sticking her tongue out
She said she don't fuck with rappers I'm like what you talking bout bitch?
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
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Fuck you
I got two words for you
Fuck you

Fuck you

Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said

Oh, I said fuck um

I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em
When the money come homies turn to haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stent, I don't touch 'em
with the bm map with the Scorpio when I'm bustin'
Like a bitch when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin'
Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
And testifying on your homie, took a deal, but was it worth it nigga?
fuck you
I met this bitch, she said my friend she wana
fuck you
I like your friend, but really tho i wana
fuck you and if i have my roady doe he gotta fuck too
now put your middle fingers up and scream
fuck...
Haters, nigga mad at the paper
big crib, 10 cars, 20 achers
20 chain, 10 watches
im a jeweler
lil watch with the just dont let it fool you
i can school you on how to look like money
hustler of the year can write a book bout money
dont pop dem bottles tryna impress them hoes witch ya re-up money betta tell dem hoes
bitch
Fuck you
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Fuck you
Fuck yo
Tell a bitch I said
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Tell my hater I said
fuck
you