Packfm
Packfm - Upclose &; Personal songtekst
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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]