E-40

E-40 - Just Fuckin' lyrics

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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!"

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)

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

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