Frank Calhoune - F.W.R. Lyrics

["F*ckin' well right."
I'm drippin' fa a towel? F*ckin' well right!
This title need no vowels; f*ckin' well right.
I'm tha shit, I feel tha bowel? F*ckin' well right!
Unstoppable, always up there; f*ckin' well right.
Autistic scars be cut here; f*ckin' well right!
Skull sharp as a bucks fair; f*ckin' well right.
Neva park on my luck, scared; f*ckin' well right!
Killa & AJ wit me; f*ckin' well right.
This 'cess neva sit free; f*ckin' well right!
LuckyDogz will kick Zs; f*ckin' well right.
I love to shmoke & rip trees; f*ckin' well right!


[Frank Calhoune & Killa McClain]
F*ckin' well right, f*ckin' well right.
When I co-sign, it's "f*ckin' well right!"
F*ckin' well right, f*ckin' well right.
Ask me if I'd hit tha blunt? F*ckin' well right!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right (f*ckin' well right!)!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right (yeah, you iz)!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right (yeah, you iz (f*ckin' well right!))!


[Killa McClain]
You f*ckin' right, I'm 'bout my bidness ('bout my bidness); you f*ckin' right, I got dem bitches (got dem bitches).
I get money all about it; try ta play me, we got issues (oh yea).
You f*ckin' right, I'm out tha Boot; you f*ckin' right, I'm S.M.P. (S.M.P.).
Killa McClain, from Hogan Lane, screamin', "Franklin," 'cause it's in me ('cause it's in me).
You f*ckin' right, I got some plugs; you f*ckin' right, I sell drugs (oh, I do).
I come from nuttin', born ta hustle; bitch, I'm gettin' it out tha mud (out tha mud).
You f*ckin' right, I'm really yea; you f*ckin' right, I'm josin' bad (josin' bad-bad).
If you owe me, bitch, I get me; bitch, I'm gettin' it out yo ass (out yo ass).
She gimme tha numba, I'mma hit; it's guaranteed that I'm f*ckin' (oh, I'm f*ckin').
Don't mean ta brag; if ya know me, then you know that I do numbaz (I do numbaz).
I wake up ta get money; open my eyes & go & hustle (go & get it).
We got beef? It's goin' up. Bitch, expect me 'cause I'm comin' (most definitely).


[Frank Calhoune & Killa McClain]
F*ckin' well right, f*ckin' well right.
When I co-sign, it's "f*ckin' well right!"
F*ckin' well right, f*ckin' well right.
Ask me if I'd hit tha blunt? F*ckin' well right!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right (f*ckin' well right!)!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right (yeah, you iz)!
You f*ckin' right, you f*ckin' right; you f*ckin' well right (yeah, you iz (f*ckin' well right!))!


[Frank Calhoune]
F*ckin' well right!
F*ckin' well right!
F*ckin' well right!


[Killa McClain & Frank Calhoune]
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere!
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere!
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dere!
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere (f*ckin' well right!)!
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere!
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere!
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dere!
Bind-dat-like-there-dat-dat-dere (f*ckin' well right!)!