F.U.

Lyrics

Turntable number one, fuck you Turntable number two, fuck you Turntable number one, fuck you Turntable number two, fuck you Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this Why you fuckin' around? Hey Why you fuckin' around? Fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you We in the club and, uh, we in the club and, uh We in the club and, uh, all the ladies look real fine Some of you ladies need to holla (Yeah) Some of you ladies need to holla (Yeah) Yeah All the brothers in the house Somebody say, "Ooh" (Ooh) Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight (Ooh) Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight (Ooh) Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight And then twist just like this, just like this That ain't right, that ain't right, c'mon That ain't right, yes, that ain't right, yes That ain't right, yes, that ain't right, yеs That ain't right, fool them, ayy Ah-ah-ah, fuck you Ah-ah-ah, fuck you Ah Ah Throw the beat on thе bassline right Hey, hey Hey, hey Yeah, man, yeah Yeah, man, yeah Yeah, man, yeah Yeah, man, yeah Keep in mind, I'm an artist, I'm sensitive about my shit Dance, dance, dance (Ayy), dance Dance, dance, dance (Ayy), dance (Hey) Take all that, take all that Take all that, take all that I'm all in, I'm all in I'm all in, I'm all in I'm all in, I'm all in I'm all in, I'm all in (Everybody) That ain't right, that ain't right (Hey) That ain't right, that ain't right (Everybody) That ain't right (What?), that ain't right (Move) That ain't right (Boom), that ain't right (Hey) You say you know me, you say You say you know me, you say Feel like you know this Feel like you know this Feel like you know this Feel like you know this So if they ain't rushing in here with no new turntables and shit 'Cause these motherfuckers need a gurney Thank you, thank you, thank you Oh, fuck you