Lyrics Just Fuckin - E-40, Bosko

Just Fuckin

What’s goin on momma?
I don’t know why you trippin
I don’t know why you act this way, this way
You already knew what it was from the beginnin
You know how we’ve been gettin down
I know you want this too
We just friends right?
We should never stop what we do
We got a good thing goin baby
We’re not in love but we pretennnnd
We both know we’re just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
The situation’s a win-win (it's a win-win)
We both know we’re just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
Oooh;
thick like a big bowl of grits, big tits good looks
I knew you had some good gush gush
Cause you look like you did and I can tell it was bomb (what type)
The type of broad to squirt when she bust a nut and she cum
You said you know I got a man but he ain’t treatin me fair
He always gone plus he never take me nowhere
I said what’chu tryin to tell me, he act like you don’t exist?
Yup and when he come home he smell like liquor and fish
Fool don’t know what he missin, he tardy and lame
But that’s his loss, and it’s my game
You got a mean throat game and your coochie is serious
Pussy so good I fuck you on your peroid
Naw we ain’t in love but we can damn sho' pretend to be
Get a sack of that broccoli and a bottle of Hennessy
Check into a room at the Fairfield Inn (and then what)
Fire up some purple, let the beatings begin (oooh)
Your girlfriends is jealous and sexually frustrated
So of course they hated after you told 'em how I ate it
And you know what they say about fellas with big feet
So why you wanna put my business out in the street?
They already give me extra long hugs and shit (what else)
They want your position, they tryin to scoot you up out of it
Take your foot of the gas, I thought we had an arrangement
You missin the point, it ain’t gon' be no engagement
You need to play your position, or you out of the game
You testin my mackin, you out of yo' range
We just fuck-buddies, I’m just stickin and bonin ya
Get somewhere with that dumb shit, stick to the formula
I’ll come over later when your kids asleep
And so some nasty things that they gon' have to bleep
Give it to you good, while he out there trickin
Make your man say, «Girl yo' coo-coo feel different!»
We just fuckin
Baby please stop the whinin
Let me tell out your linin
Orgasms multiplyin
Under the sun that’s shinin
On-ly a fool would throw this a-wayyyyyyyyyyy (ooooh)
We just fuckin
Don’t act like you want this to end
I know you don’t, know you don’t (oooh)
We both know we’re just fu-ckin (We just fuckin sweetheart)
We can do this and still be friends
(Yeah, we can still be friends)
We both know we’re just fu-ckin (we just fuckin)
Just let me do ya baby (just let me do ya)
Just let me screw ya baby (let me screw ya)
I swear I’ll fuck you all night
You know, I’ll come through
I got the Astroglide, I got the larger size prophylactics
Lifestyle, oowop edition you smell me?
It’s therapeutic and healin
You know we got a certain chemistry sweetheart
I come through the turf the other day
Y’knahmean they scream out — here for the hemp list
Here for the hemp list
I go pick up a zip, stop by the liquor sto'
Pick up a bottle of Beefeater and grapefruit juice
Cause I know that’s yo' favorite, oooh