"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 fuck around? Hey
Why you fuck 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
Some of you ladies need to holla
Yeah

All the brothers in the house
Somebody say, "Oh"

Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight
Put your hand on your dick, hold real tight
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
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
Fool 'em, ay

Ah-ah-ah, fuck you
Ah-ah-ah, fuck you

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 a artist
I'm sensitive about my shit

Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
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

That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right
That ain't right

You say you know me, you say
You say you know me, you say

It feel like you know this
It feel like you know this
It feel like you know this
It feel like you know this

So they ain't rushing in here with no new turntables and shit
'Cause these motherfuckers need a gurney
Thank you