| I must confess, you’re the flyest I ever seen no contest
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| Don’t worry 'bout me, I’m harmless
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| I just — wanted to let you know I’m feelin' you to the utmost
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| How 'bout we get personal and upclose?
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| I don’t give a fuck about your sign, I’m not an astrologist
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| Your body’s off the meter, I’m the leader — you need to follow this
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| You’re divine, stay on my mind, like a neurologist
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| Playin' doctor’s for little kids, let’s play gynecologist
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| You need some TLC, and I’m trynna creep wit' you
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| I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep wit you?
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| Fuck me if I’m wrong, but isn’t your name Heather?
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| I could’ve sworn that you and I went to different schools together
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| If my name sounds familiar, you should fuck what you heard
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| The word of the day is legs, let’s go back and spread the word
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| My name’s PackFM, you could call me tomorrow
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| I lost my phone number, do you have one I could borrow?
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| Do you spit, or swallow? |
| What? |
| You don’t like my tactics?
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| Let’s get married and have kids
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| If not — we could practice
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| It’s a shame that I have to mess your hair and smudge your makeup
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| But if you are what you eat, I hope I’m you when I wake up
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| Don’t raise ya stakes up, follow your heart, take a chance
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| Is that a mirror in your pocket? |
| Cuz I could see myself in your pants
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| Can we do this romance?
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| If you ain’t know what FM stands for, that means you’re Feelin' Me wit no hands.
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| Is this your friend?
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| Whooo! |
| That’s what they say when you walk by
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| You thought I was the type who ain’t about nuthin?
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| Girl, a tear fell when I spotted that onion
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| First thing on my mind was goin' half on a youngin'
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| And we could make some beautiful babies and all that
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| Own our own crib, picket fence, and «Welcome» doormat
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| But I’ll hold that till later, I have yet to introduce myself
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| I’m yours, better known as Stan, a gentleman as you could tell
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| Not trynna gas ya (Riight), just build for a sec or two
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| And explore your mind long before I have sex wit' you (Uh-huh, is that right?)
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| Yeah, the thought crossed my mind, no doubt
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| I got the kinda lovin that’ll make you sweat your locks out
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| Don’t look at me as if I got no class like a dropout
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| Pardon a brotha’s French but Goddamn, you’re a knockout
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| Not even a Stan that hates enough (???) for me to recover
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| Seein' heaven face to face does a number on a brother.
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| Pardon my pushiness, don’t mean to be foul, but listen
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| But why you want a dude who suffers from malnutrition?
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| What’s FM stand for? |
| I’m here to solve the mystery
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| PackFM really means Pack Fudge Maliciously
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| Pardon his pussiness, but I’m the one you should be jockin'
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| Fuckin' wit Stanley, you’ll be borrowin his stockings
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| His «roses are red, violets are blue» shit is quite annoying
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| Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends
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| You passin' me up for him? |
| Now that’s tragic
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| This cat’s got the sex appeal of a crack addict
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| Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that’s played
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| I’m hung like a well-endowed runaway slave
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| Now he gettin' brave for dissin me, thinkin he’s impressin you
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| Stick wit me and have a real professional undressin you
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| Come here girl, and let me tell you Stan’s history
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| Sure he likes chicks, but loves hot boys like Missy E.
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| Yo that’s bulshit!
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| No it’s not
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| Yes it is
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| You know what? |
| Forget you both, cause I don’t have time for little kids. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Upclose & Personal (feat. Substantial) , by - PackFM. Song from the album Forevershine - Single, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп