I Just Wanna Fuck Lyrics & Tabs by Travis Porter
I Just Wanna Fuck
guitar chords lyrics
[Chorus x2]
I just wanna f*ck tell me what you think about that
I just wanna f*ck ain't no need for you to be mad
All I wanna do is f*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
F*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
I make her call me daddy when I'm smackin' on her hiney
Screaming yelling whining why you acting like you dying
Then she started crying, all we do is f*ck (shut up)
Why you always fussing oh my god girl shut up
Wow wow neighbors saying turn it down down
F*ck them people this' my house
Now I got her turning out, bend you over turn around
The rubber pop I'm pulling out
Cuz shorty who I'm talkin' about
Tracy f*ck with Stacey and Stacey f*ck with that white girl
The rubber pop I'm pulling out
Cuz shorty who I'm talkin' about
Tracy f*ck with Stacey and Stacey f*ck with that white girl
And I picked shorty up and she was with two white girls
They like the Spice Girls all kinds of race
And every time I f*ck them they make all kinds of faces
[Chorus x2]
I just wanna f*ck tell me what you think about that
I just wanna f*ck ain't no need for you to be mad
All I wanna do is f*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
F*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
I ain't tryna be ya man and I ain't tryna be yo friend
And I ain't tryna be yo buddy
So why don't you just come over and f*ck me
She got mad when I said that
You gonna be angry when I tell you where to put yo head at
Walked into her room like Shorty where yo bed at
She got in this crazy position I'm like where yo legs
I don't know ya girl but we can get nasty
I just wanna show ya girl so come on sit next to me
[Chorus x2]
I just wanna f*ck tell me what you think about that
I just wanna f*ck ain't no need for you to be mad
All I wanna do is f*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
F*ck f*ck f*ck let's f*ck
I just wanna f*ck she never tell me no
She only got three friends she never tell
For I always beat her fast she never tell me slow
We always on the bed we never on the floor
I knew from the club just by looking at you dance tonight
You with Travis Porter I'm gonna be yo fan
Now you spinning round and round on the ceiling like a fan
I know we f*ckin' baby girl but I can't be your man, no
So I hope you wasn't thinking that
(So tell me what you think about that)
Girl go put on yo thinkin' hat oh
She seen a vision of me beating that
(Ain't no need for you to be mad)
Me f*ckin' you now tell me what you think of that... damn
