Album Cover F.u.r.b. (clean Version)

F.u.r.b. (clean Version)

Frankee

6

Oh oh

Oooh

No no no

(You know there is two sides to every story)

See, I don't, know why

You cryin like a

Talkin like a snitch

Why you, write a song bout me?

If you really didn't care, you wouldn't wanna share

Tellin everybody just how you feel

what I did, was your fault somehow

the presents, I threw all that shit out

Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, you right back

What I did, was your fault somehow

The presents, I threw all that shit out

Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, you right back

You thought you could really make me moan

I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)

I had to do your friend

Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin crack

I'm goin else where and that's a fact

all those nights I moaned real loud

it, I faked it, aren't you proud?

all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack

all those nights I moaned real loud

it, I faked it, I'll rent you out

all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Whoa, whoa

Uh uh yeah

Whoa, whoa

Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa

Uh uh yea

Whoa, whoa

Uh uh yea

You questioned, did I care?

Maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me

Now it's over

But I do, admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs

I can't swear bad cause I got to go

what I did, was your fault somehow

the presents, I threw all that shit out

Don't go cryin you didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, you right back

you made me do this!