Yelawolf - Fck Me lyrics

f** you f** you fuuuuuck you f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (its the big bad wolf) Yeah Im from Alabama buddy and what what does that mean you dont like my state You put a stereotype on my people homie but you know exactly what Im gonna say You see me shining without a diamond at all but youd rather see me stuck in the shade Oh you mad Im getting bu*ter motherf**er you dont wanna see yeller get paid Thats a reasonable excuse to hate so thank you I must bless you It's unbelievable you could rescue the nephew and girl let loose Who am I well you know who I am when cat fish billies middle finger flings And all the love Im getting from the critics is making me wanna turn around and sing f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Sing along!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Fellas!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Ladies!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Everybody!) You might be used to hearing it and if you are cool then Ill say it again If you aint got a problem with saying out loud turnaround and tell it to a friend You might be riding inside of your car alone but you can do it with one hand So throw it up when you see the boys in blue pa**ing you in a patty wagon van Im a crook take a look two words written all over my hooks I got enough hype last night with the security this is all that it took I know I got a cubic zirconium watch and a chain and an old money brain but All the attention it brings from the women is making me wanna turn around and sing f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Sing along!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Fellas!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Ladies!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Everybody!) Yelawolf Im a Parana eat a beat see the physic yep Im a runna Get a f** you buddy come take a numba Sure as the sun sets over my long deck in the summa I give a long bird too many wrong words that fall to the life of my persana For the fiftieth time if you wondered dont wonder Listen to the back To the front Tell the people what they want If you came into the club with a sack full of buds but they wont let you roll up a blunt Tell um If they try ta You gotta hot girl tell um Im gonna You in the house and the song comes on go outside and yell it in you pajamas Sing f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Sing along!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Fellas!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Ladies!) f** you f** you fuuuuuck you (Everybody!) Yeah Yelawolf a.k.a catfish billy supa hot beats f** you hollar at g mustard yeah Im still at it ghetto vision (It's the big bad wolf) holla at your boy middle fingers in the air f** You