Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Fuckin , by - E-40. Song from the album My Ghetto Report Card, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.03.2006
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
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 |