F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back) (Explicit)

F.U.R.B. (F U Right Back) (Explicit) - Frankee/Eamon Doyle/Jennifer Graziano/Kirk Robinson/Mark Passy

Noo

Oooh

No no no

See I don't

Know why

You cryin' like a b**ch

Talkin' sh*t 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

Oooo f**k what I did was your fault somehow

F**k the presents

I threw all that sh*t out

F**k all the cryin' it didn't mean jack

Well guess what yo

F**k you right back

F**k what I did was your fault somehow

F**k the presents

I threw all that sh*t out

F**k all the cryin' it didn't mean jack

Well guess what yo

F**k you right back

You thought

You could

Really make me moan

I had better sex

All alone ha ha ha ha

I had to

Turn to your friend

Now you want me to come back

You must be smokin' crack

I'm goin' else where and thats a fact

F**k all those nights I moaned real loud

F**k it I faked it

Aren't you proud

F**k all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well guess what yo

Your sex was wack

F**k all those nights I moaned real loud

F**k it I faked it

Aren't you proud

F**k all those nights you thought you broke my back

Well guess what yo

Your sex was wack

Whoa whoa

Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa

Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa

Uh uh yea

Whoa whoa

Uh uh yea

You questioned did I care

Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there

Now it's over

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

I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go

F**k what I did was your fault somehow

F**k the presents

I threw all that sh*t out

F**k all the cryin' it didn't mean jack

Well guess what yo

F**k you right back

Oh oh

Uh uh yea

Oh oh

Uh uh yea

Oh oh

Uh uh yea

Oh oh

Uh uh yea

You made me do this