Fuck Boy - Bobby Brackins, Marc E. Bassy

Tell the drummers keep drumming

Ba-rum-pa-tum-tum, pretty baby I’m coming

For every fuck boy that think they have something on me

They ain’t got nothing on me

This life wisdom free

‘Bout to start a riot

Baby I’m just

Been that nigga taking off like a pilot

I eat that thing on a real nigga diet

Won’t tell the homies, lover we can stay private

Some freaky things baby, let’s try it

If your love had a price, pretty baby I’d buy it

Pretty baby I’d buy it

I saw you out with a fuck boy

And he safe, he safe

But you should take a risk on me

I saw you out with a fuck boy

I don’t play no games

But you should back that thing on me

Leave the fuck boy at the house

Come over ‘round two

Leave the fuck boy at the house

I’ma show you how I do

Leave the fuck boy at the house

Come over ‘round two

Leave the fuck boy at the house

I’ma show you how I do

Don’t let me catch you out there with that man again

I would’ve fought for you girl with my two hands

And I would kiss you everywhere, you’ll feel no pain

Yeah them fuck boys on the left ain’t about romance

I seen that boy type, and he’s so tight

And he ain’t real, he a liar

Come home every night ‘cause that pussy is fire

Yeah that pussy is fire

I saw you out with a fuck boy

And he safe, he safe

But you should take a risk on me

I saw you out with a fuck boy

I don’t play no games

But you should back that thing on me

Leave him alone

You might go to his house baby

But with me you’re right at home

Leave him alone

I was right there every single time

That motherfucker did you wrong

I ain’t never been hugged, I ain’t

That one ain’t the one

You girls don’t understand, how could you trust them?

That one ain’t the one

I saw you out with a fuck boy

And he safe, he safe

But you should take a risk on me

I saw you out with a fuck boy

I don’t play no games

But you should back that thing on me