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F*ck Fake Hippies Lyrics

F*ck Fake Hippies by Kesha  

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F*ck Fake Hippies Everybody knows you go to Melrose for those clothes
And everybody sees that you prefer to drive my black Mercedes Benz
And I won't meet you at the Starbucks down the street
And everybody knows he's just a secret trust fund baby

Fuck fake hippies.
Fuck fake hippies.
Fuck fake hippies.
You kinda smell like shit.
Because real hippies,
They don't wear zubie
They don't have blackberries,
So fuck fake hippies.
You don't eat meat so you can't fit into chick jeans
And I don't understand you wipe you're shitty ass off with your hands
Cuz you don't believe in toilet paper, just chick jeans.
And I'm fucking sick of these musician artist mood swings

Fuck fake hippies.
Fuck fake hippies.
You shitty ass hippie
You kinda smell like shit.
Because real hippies,
They don't wear zubie
They don't have blackberries,

So fuck fake hippies.
Fuck you fake hippie
You stupid hippie.
You shitty ass hippie,
You kinda smell like shit.

And I guess I mean that literally
Shit stains in your zubie jeans
Text message in that blackberry
You stupid fucking fake hippie.

Fuck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.
Oh fuck you, ew ew ew ew ew ew.
Fuck you

Suck my dick too, ew ew ew ew.
Suck my dick, ew ew ew ew.

We see the shit stains in your zubie jeans.

Ew
Ew
Ew
Ewwwww.



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