Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck You, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck You |
| Hi baby |
| I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all |
| And I do understand |
| You have no idea how much I understand |
| But you also don’t have any idea how much I love you |
| I love you so much |
| I think about you I feel you in my arms |
| I miss you. |
| I miss you terribly |
| I’ve just always wanted someone like you in my life |
| I love you so much; |
| that I’d do anything |
| I’d do anything |
| I’ll be your perfect woman for you |
| I just wanna fuck bad bitches |
| All them nights I never had bitches |
| Now I’m all up in that ass bitches |
| Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? |
| You’se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic |
| Explicit, hella photogenic |
| And tell your friends where the dick’s at Where they can get hit and won’t get back to they soulmate |
| Before you kiss 'em use Colgate |
| She Swallowed It! |
| Yeah the bitch took the whole eight |
| and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it; |
| damn bitches |
| Man, this is what I’m talkin about |
| Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth |
| Out and about with your nigga like it never took place |
| (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste |
| I just wanna fuuuuuck you |
| No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who |
| loves. |
| you. |
| Don’t need you all in mine |
| I just wanna fuuuuuck you |
| We can’t be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who |
| loves. |
| you. |
| You need to give him your quality time |
| You got the number, it’s on you to make the call |
| You know I cum quick; |
| help you re-decorate your walls |
| Cut your backyard, don’t have to act hard to get the cock |
| And if I’m goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off |
| and put it back up, and keep going |
| You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin |
| that your pussy’s been tampered with |
| Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick |
| You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it’s hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted |
| You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed |
| I’d rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead |
| But, tonight, I guess it’d be aight if we can touch bases |
| Hookup somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces |
| I know your man’s lookin for ya, he’s always tryin to run ya Don’t worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu |
| . |
| fuck witchu |
| On the sneak tip, on some creep shit |
| So whatcha gon’do, ya freak bitch? |
| You, actin, like you, don’t, do, dicks |
| That’s the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit |
| Baby was a virgin, that’s what she said |
| So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head |
| I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn’t mess up my bed |
| Then Lil'½ Dead put his dick on her head |
| Take that bitch home, and give her a bone |
| And give her the number to my cellular phone |
| Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit’s gettin major |
| A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her |
| Somethin to go by, and bitches know why |
| Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I’m out (see-ya!) |
| Twenty-fo'seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin |
| We servin’these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! |