See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch Why you write a song 'bout me If you really didn't care You wouldn't wanna share Tellin' everybody just how you feel. Fuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack Well guess what yo, fuck you right back. You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone ha ha ha ha I had to turn to your friend Now you want me to come back You must be smokin' crack Im goin' else where and thats a fact. Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well guess what yo, your sex was wack. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds.
The song is notable for the frequency of its expletives. The success of the single and the controversial nature of its lyrics prompted production of an answer song , " F. The only way I was associated with it was when I was asked for licensing permission by Frankee's representatives, which makes me a writer on her song by copyright law. But I really didn't expect all this to come out of it, they are having fun with it, it's cool but in the end they are paying me for their 15 minutes of fame and I welcome her to my world of Ho-Wop!