Packfm

Packfm - Upclose &; Personal lyrics

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(feat. Substantial) 



[Hook: PackFM & Substantial] 

I must confess, you're the flyest I ever seen no contest 

Don't worry 'bout me, I'm harmless 

I just - wanted to let you know I'm feelin' you to the utmost 

How 'bout we get personal and upclose? 



[PackFM:] 

I don't give a fuck about your sign, I'm not an astrologist 

Your body's off the meter, I'm the leader - you need to follow this 

You're divine, stay on my mind, like a neurologist 

Playin' doctor's for little kids, let's play gynecologist 

You need some TLC, and I'm trynna creep wit' you 

I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep wit you? 

Fuck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Heather? 

I could've sworn that you and I went to different schools together 

If my name sounds familiar, you should fuck what you heard 

The word of the day is legs, let's go back and spread the word 

My name's PackFM, you could call me tomorrow 

I lost my phone number, do you have one I could borrow? 

Do you spit, or swallow? What? You don't like my tactics? 

Let's get married and have kids 

If not - we could practice 

It's a shame that I have to mess your hair and smudge your makeup 

But if you are what you eat, I hope I'm you when I wake up 

Don't raise ya stakes up, follow your heart, take a chance 

Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I could see myself in your pants 

Can we do this romance? 

If you ain't know what FM stands for, that means you're Feelin' Me wit no hands.. 



[Hook x2] 



[Girl:] 

Is this your friend? 



[Substantial:] 

Whooo! That's what they say when you walk by 

You thought I was the type who ain't about nuthin? 

Girl, a tear fell when I spotted that onion 

First thing on my mind was goin' half on a youngin' 

And we could make some beautiful babies and all that 

Own our own crib, picket fence, and "Welcome" doormat 

But I'll hold that till later, I have yet to introduce myself 

I'm yours, better known as Stan, a gentleman as you could tell 

Not trynna gas ya (Riight), just build for a sec or two 

And explore your mind long before I have sex wit' you (Uh-huh, is that right?) 

Yeah, the thought crossed my mind, no doubt 

I got the kinda lovin that'll make you sweat your locks out 

Don't look at me as if I got no class like a dropout 

Pardon a brotha's French but Goddamn, you're a knockout 

Not even a Stan that hates enough (???) for me to recover 

Seein' heaven face to face does a number on a brother.. 



[Hook x2] 



[Substantial:] 

Pardon my pushiness, don't mean to be foul, but listen 

But why you want a dude who suffers from malnutrition? 

What's FM stand for? I'm here to solve the mystery 

PackFM really means Pack Fudge Maliciously 



[PackFM:] 

Pardon his pussiness, but I'm the one you should be jockin' 

Fuckin' wit Stanley, you'll be borrowin his stockings 

His "roses are red, violets are blue" shit is quite annoying 

Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends 



[Substantial:] 

You passin' me up for him? Now that's tragic 

This cat's got the sex appeal of a crack addict 

Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that's played 

I'm hung like a well-endowed runaway slave 



[PackFM:] 

Now he gettin' brave for dissin me, thinkin he's impressin you 

Stick wit me and have a real professional undressin you 

Come here girl, and let me tell you Stan's history 

Sure he likes chicks, but loves hot boys like Missy E.. 



[Substantial:] 

Yo that's bulshit! 

[PackFM:] 

No it's not 

[Substantial:] 

Yes it is 

[Girl:] 

You know what? Forget you both, cause I don't have time for little kids... 



[Hook x2]
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Language: English

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