F.U.R.B.
Lyrics
Oh oh
oooh
no no no
(You know there are two sides to every story)
See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
talkin' shit like a snitch
who are you to write a song bout me
if you didnt really care
you wouldn't wanna share
tellin' everybody just how you feel
Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
Fuck all those cryin' it didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
Fuck all those 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, turn to your friend
now you want me to come back
you must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it, aren't you proud
fuck all those nights that you broke my back
well guess what yo your sex was whack
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,arn't you proud
fuck all those nights that you broke my back
well guess what yo your sex was wack
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo oo
uh uh yea
You questioned did I care
maybe I would have if you wouldhave 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
Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
Fuck all those cryin' it didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back.
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo ooo
uh uh yea
ooo oo
uh uh yea
(You made me do this)
Writer(s): Kirk Robinson, Mark Passy, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Jennifer Graziano
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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