Fuck You
Jest to diss na Imani i Hyori, które Latisha uznaje za fałszywe i wyrachowane. W tekście wytyka im mniejszy sukces w przemyśle muzycznym oraz udowadnia swoją wyższość i zaznacza, że więzienie był etapem w jej życiu który nie będzie miał żadnego wpływu na jej karierę, a prawdziwa królowa powróciła.
[Hook: Latisha Jones]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you
[Post-Intro: Latisha Jones & Skinny Fetus]
This next track is for them hatin ass bitches and niggas
Yeah Latisha
Who thought I was gonna rot in jail
This is what Ive been waitin for
Who thought I couldn't do it again
Thats the love hook, the right motherfuckin hook
Yeah, well the motherfuckin Queen is back, bitch
Go hide under a motherfuckin rock, fuck you
[Hook: Latisha Jones]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you
[Verse 1: Latisha Jones]
Does my sexiness offend you
You hoes ain't friends but they try to pretend to
Snakes in the grass tryna strike against you
Tell em why you mad cuz Im fly like jet blue
They even try to go thru what I been thru
But they need to catch up cuz they in my rearview
I kick a bitch ass in my Jimmy Choo shoe
But you ain't even worth sweatin’ out my hairdo
I tell em screw you bitch go to hell
You sayin’ my name tryna get your shit to sell
And even tho your girl been away got low like Chappell
I'm back in the club got everybody yellin’
[Hook: Latisha Jones]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
[Verse 2: Latisha Jones]
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you
Go head tell em why you mad
What you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis Bag
Im high class shoppin’ on Fifth Ave
You keep the tag in your clothes so you can take it back
Mad cuz you're broke and you're lookin’ for a fix
What you want my autograph and you wanna take a pic
Tell em why you mad cuz you lookin’ real pissed
Jealousy is a diesease and you lookin’ real sick
Need to see a Doc Your girl on top
Lotta bitches want my spot but I got it on lock
Headed to the bank I'mma get it non stop
When they play it in the spot let everybody holla
[Hook: Latisha Jones]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you
[Verse 3: Latisha Jones]
Queen Bitch real Im just sayin’ what I feel
You ho's faker then a three dolla bill
Now the Queens back you already know the deal
Only time you gettin’ burn is when you on the tredmill
Ewwww it's like they always on they period
Tell em why you mad go on tell how you furious
You chicks crack me up don't nobody take ya serious
I laughed at em like Eddie Murphy Delirious
Listen here don't hate me hate the person in the mirror
So please keep that fake ass shit from over here
And everybody put your middle fingers in the air
And we gon’ tell them haters
[Hook: Latisha Jones]
Fuck you
This is for them hoes that hate
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
This is for them snakes that smile in your face
Pardon my french but I just wanna say
Fuck you
Go head tell em why you mad
Cause you broke and you sad
And ain't no body tryna fuck you
So I just wanna say.... F-U-C-K you