F.U. (feat. Erykah Badu)

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, "Oh" (Oh)

Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight (Oh)

Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight (Oh)

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, yes

That ain't right, fool them, aye

Ah-ah-ah, fuck you

Ah-ah-ah, fuck you

Ah

Ah

Throw the beat on the 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, and I'm sensitive about my shit

Dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, 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