Packfm Upclose And Personal Lyrics

[Hook: PackFM & Substantial]
I must confess, you're the flyest I ever seen no contest
Don't worry 'bout me, I'm harmless
I just - wanted to let you know I'm feelin' you to the utmost
How 'bout we get personal and upclose?

[PackFM:]
I don't give a f*ck about your sign, I'm not an astrologist
Your body's off the meter, I'm the leader - you need to follow this
You're divine, stay on my mind, like a neurologist
Playin' doctor's for little kids, let's play gynecologist
You need some TLC, and I'm trynna creep with' you
I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep with you?
f*ck me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Heather?
I could've sworn that you and I went to different schools together
If my name sounds familiar, you should f*ck what you heard
The word of the day is legs, let's go back and spread the word
My name's PackFM, you could call me tomorrow
I lost my phone number, do you have one I could borrow?
Do you spit, or swallow? What? You don't like my tactics?
Let's get married and have kids
If not - we could practice
It's a shame that I have to mess your hair and smudge your makeup
But if you are what you eat, I hope I'm you when I wake up
Don't raise ya stakes up, follow your heart, take a chance
Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I could see myself in your pants
Can we do this romance?
If you ain't know what FM stands for, that means you're Feelin' Me with no hands...

[Hook x2]

[Girl:]
Is this your friend?

[Substantial:]
Whooo! That's what they say when you walk by
You thought I was the type who ain't about nuthin?
Girl, a tear fell when I spotted that onion
First thing on my mind was goin' half on a youngin'
And we could make some beautiful babies and all that
Own our own crib, picket fence, and "Welcome" doormat But I'll hold that till later, I have yet to introduce myself
I'm yours, better known as Stan, a gentleman as you could tell
Not trynna gas ya (Riight), just build for a sec or two
And explore your mind long before I have sex with' you (Uh-huh, is that right?)
Yeah, the thought crossed my mind, no doubt
I got the kinda lovin that'll make you sweat your locks out
Don't look at me as if I got no class like a dropout
Pardon a brotha's French but Goddamn, you're a knockout
Not even a Stan that hates enough (?) for me to recover
Seein' heaven face to face does a number on a brother...

[Hook x2]

[Substantial:]
Pardon my pushiness, don't mean to be foul, but listen
But why you want a dude who suffers from malnutrition?
What's FM stand for? I'm here to solve the mystery
PackFM really means Pack Fudge Maliciously

[PackFM:]
Pardon his pussiness, but I'm the one you should be jockin'
f*ckin' with Stanley, you'll be borrowin his stockings
His "roses are red, violets are blue" shit is quite annoying
Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends

[Substantial:]
You passin' me up for him? Now that's tragic
This cat's got the sex appeal of a crack addict
Sleepin' on me like craftmatics, that's played
I'm hung like a well-endowed runaway slave

[PackFM:]
Now he gettin' brave for dissin me, thinkin he's impressin you
Stick with me and have a real professional undressin you
Come here girl, and let me tell you Stan's history
Sure he likes chicks, but loves hot boys like Missy E...

[Substantial:]
Yo that's bulshit!
[PackFM:]
No it's not
[Substantial:]
Yes it is
[Girl:]
You know what? Forget you both, cause I don't have time for little kids...

[Hook x2]

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