Album Cover F.u.r.b. (fuck You Right Back)

F.u.r.b. (fuck You Right Back)

Frankee

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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 bitch

Talkin shit 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

Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow

Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out

Fuck all the cryin it didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

What I did, was your fault somehow

The presents, I threw all that shit out

Fuck all the cryin it didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, fuck 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

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud

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

Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud

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

Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

oh,oh

Uh uh yeah

oh, oh

Uh uh yea

oh, oh

Uh uh yea

oh, oh

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

Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow

Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out

Fuck all the cryin it didn't mean jack

Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back

Oh, Oh

Uh uh yeah

Oh, Oh

Uh uh yea

Oh, Oh

Uh uh yea

Oh, Oh

Uh uh yea

You made me do this