Lyrics Fuck - Speak

Fuck

Who the fuck are you-
Who the fuck are you thinking that you’re fucking with me?
Dr. Dr. let me operate proper
It’s the young Joe Cocker
About to bring slobber knocker
Mothers hide your daughters
Daughters hide your mothers
Tell that dirty motherfucker
About to pull the Brian Pumper (Perv)
I hump her then I dump her
I slump her after supper
Getting head on the beach
‘Til my dick is all sun burnt
Too tan, nose like a toucan
Funny how a few grand
Make you feel like a new man
Honor roll
See me posted out in Monaco
In the soap box
Same color as a Zapados
Electric yellow
Eclectic fellow
The pre-cum vol.1 had you nutting in your pillow
Now me and all my vatos
Looking like we won the lotto
Got Italian bitches on me trying to feed me that gelato
I’m otto getting blotto
Got the henchmen and the capo
They pop you in your knees
I giggle as you start to hobble
I watch your kingdom topple
Blue berry on the waffle
My momma say she love me but my heina say I’m awful
Who cares, not I greasy off the pot pie
Finger in the butt when I poke it in her pot pie (Perv)
Who the fuck are you thinking that you’re fucking with me?
You didn’t know, you better call somebody!
You better call somebody!
You better call somebody!
Ask around they tell you Speaky still the baddest
The cigarillo splitter fill it with the finest cabbage
My wallet full of parsley, my woman speaking Farsi
She only wearing burca cause she strapped up like them car seats
Hit Fidel with a bottle of the Zinfandel
I give 'em hell then I watch ‘em burn
Now watch and learn I turn their words into a pile of dough
I travel 20 light-years with some miles to go
I owe nothing to a bitch, even less to a label
Money on the table, but that don’t even motivate me
I’m glowing baby you could see my aura
Me and Kobe in Japan off the shrimp tempura
Let’s get it
Outro:
Who the fuck are you thinking that you’re fucking with me?
You ain’t fucking with me
You ain’t fucking with me