K. Michelle Summer Lyrics
sponsored linksI like you all, this guy done judging me on TV, omg.
I would be lying if I said that I gave a fuck, but I wasn’t in the room, he fucked me up.
And stop calling Josseline Joe, she ain’t a man, but she surely is a hoe.
Can’t judge that bitch, she just wanna be owned, calling Ray,
Even though his son can’t put you on..
Where your boss? Where your check? What the fuck is baring, why is that?
Well, I need ‘em, I remember when making it wasn’t easy
You’re barely rapping, barely singing.
I wish I could say “shut up”
‘less you’ve been through what I’ve been, through harmony and juda.
Shut up, I can’t repress the crime on me, I’m the new king of R&B, so shut up.
Everybody keep telling me you christian’s better, stop judging me, so shut up.
With this jaw rancing my mouth I mean it, shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
In the words of mama D, in that order, in that order
I ain’t playing with you niggers, I’m here in the streets
After the king, ain’t nothing you could do for me.
I don’t give a fuck about no one be eighteen,
When I’m the one they’re putting on that VH1 screen.
You niggers wanna hid it, but when you’re asking for some money,
Watch them lanes get to running, ‘cause they’re broke.
Where your boss? Where your check? Tell me where the fuck is josh forisset.
Music dying, oh, I need ‘em, motherfuckers try to sing and
I wish they would just shut their ass up,
All you non-singing bitches, non-rapping niggers
I wish you would just shut up.
‘cause if you would been through what I’d been through
You’d go crazy, too.
I’m feeling like little kim, a real bitch can never win, no.
I wish that you gonna shut up.
You’re a six, but I need a ten
Stay your ass on that bench.