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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Taylour Paige
Taylour Paige
Vocals
Whitney Alford
Whitney Alford
Narrator
Art Lande
Art Lande
Sampled Artist
Eliot Zigmund
Eliot Zigmund
Sampled Artist
Florence + the Machine
Florence + the Machine
Sampled Artist
Gary Peacock
Gary Peacock
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
J. Pounds
J. Pounds
Songwriter
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Songwriter
Daniel Alan Maman
Daniel Alan Maman
Songwriter
Florence Welch
Florence Welch
Songwriter
Gary Peacock
Gary Peacock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.LBS
J.LBS
Co-Producer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Emile Haynie
Emile Haynie
Producer
Bekon
Bekon
Additional Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Logan Haynes
Logan Haynes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Recording Engineer
Johnathan Turner
Johnathan Turner
Recording Engineer
Brandon Wood
Brandon Wood
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Tristan Bott
Tristan Bott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Recording Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, whoa
Oh-ooh-oh-ooh, whoa-oh
Hold onto each other
Hold onto each other
This is what the world sounds like
[Chorus]
Nah, fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch!
You got me fucked up
Fuck you, fuck you
[Verse 1]
I swear I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches
Shut the fuck up
Unstable ass, confrontational ass, dumb bitches
You wanna bring a **** down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, I swear to God
Fuck you, ****, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucka, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit
Man
Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit?
What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit
Bitch, I don't know shit, fuck yo' feelings
You on some ho shit
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me
Mind games? Okay
Bitch, I ain't slow, nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy, get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass?
Nah, ****, you fuckin' lame
[Chorus]
You know what? Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, ****!
Nah, fuck you, bitch!
Nah, fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch!
Nah, fuck you, ****!
Nah, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, ****! Fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch!
Nah, fuck you!
[Verse 2]
Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bitches starin' at me in Zara, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia
Oh, what that's my fault now?
Bitch, you power trippin' or guilt trippin', I held yo' ass down
You just kept me down, that's a big difference
Stressin' myself, tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil' dick-ass **** that's tryna go big
But you were suckin' this dick, though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda found a bigger dick!
Bitch, get the fuck out my face!
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bitch! You got me fucked up today, on God!
Ah-ha, you mad, lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got
Man, what bitch?
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first
Man, give me these fuckin' keys, dawg
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
Fuck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch
Give me my fuckin' keys
Nah, I like you parked in that bitch
Give me my keys, bro
On God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my fuckin' keys!
Ha, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'
I do the same when we fuckin'
Act like that pussy ain't loose
I'd rather act like I'm cummin'
I'd rather fuck off the juice
I'd rather fuck on yo' cousin
Bitch, you said you gon' fuck who?
You heard me, ****, it's nothin'
A'ight
[Chorus]
You know what? Fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch!
Nah, fuck you, ****!
No, fuck you, bitch!
Nah, fuck you, ****!
Fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you! I'm sick of this ****
Fuck you, bitch!
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, bi-
Fuck you, bitch!
Stupid ass bitch
[Verse 3]
I don't even know why I fuck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch
Bitch, whatever is comfortable
This the type of shit couples do? Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch
****, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Mmm, the insecurities you got won't mind-fuck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' momma, I see
Don't speak on my momma, the fuck is yo' problem?
That bitch don't like me anyways
Bitch, she gave you the Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face
Man, hol' on, bro
Find it funny you just can't apologize
Bitch, dawg
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies
Bro
See you the reason why strong women fucked up!
Why they say it's a man's world, see you the reason for Trump
You crying, bro?
You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, underbooked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called out my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained
You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change
You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches, 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said, I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin'
Here he go, shut the fuck up, look at you, look at you!
It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims
Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along
Okay, explain, ****
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone
Explain, ****?
Uh-huh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home
Explain
Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs, then?
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Nevermind, bitch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, ****, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
Pussy ****, best watch your mouth
Pussy and mouth is all you got
Lay this pussy back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
[Chorus]
Fuck me, ****
I'ma fuck you, bitch
Nah, fuck me, ****, fuck me
I'ma fuck you, bitch
Nah, fuck you, fuck me
You playin', man
Fuck me
Nah, you playin'
[Outro]
Stop tap dancing around the conversation
Written by: Kendrick Lamar, Daniel Alan Maman, J. Pounds, Daniel Tannenbaum, G. Peacock, F. Welch
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