PackFM - Upclose & 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** 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 wit' you I lost my teddy bear, so baby doll, can I sleep wit you? f** 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** 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? Cuz 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 wit no hands.. [Hook] - 2X [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 s** wit' 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 cla** 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] - 2X [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**in' wit Stanley, you'll be borrowin his stockings His "roses are red, violets are blue" sh** is quite annoying Only thing you 2 might have in common is former boyfriends [Substantial] You pa**in' me up for him? Now that's tragic This cat's got the s** 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 wit 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 bulsh**! [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] - 2X