Having Sex Lyrics - Stay Trippy - Juicy J

If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah 

If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah 

If you believe in having sex say Hell Yeah 

If you believe in having sex say Hell Fuck Yeah 

Shawty throw me that ass 

Hold up, let me see it 

Pop it, let me touch it 

Bring it back and let me squeeze it 

Gon' show me that pussy cat 

I'ma take it home and beat it 

If it's as good as it looks might go in raw and squeeze it 

Pop a couple of these bands 

She poppin open that G-string 

Pussy wet as a pool 

And Juicy J is in the deep end 

Bands a make her dance 

I don't tip until I see your pussy 

She aint got no waist line and that ass soft as a seat cushion 

Damn right I make it rain 

All night that's a hurricane 

Strip club run outta ones 

I'm throwin twenty's I don't need change 

Every time she drop it, I'm going off in my pocket 

50 thousand in the air, I aint worried bout nothin' 

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I believe in having sex 

Bitch I'm Miss America 

I do what I want to do and fuck him in my Panamera 

Yeah bad bitch, don't see no broad savage 

I don't even fuck around bout the cabbage 

Those hoes just sweet average 

Aint no domain go Juicy 

He love my big ole' booty 

He pretends bake my cookie, 

Bugatti bitch no hoopty 

My legs wrapped around my neck 

Hood rich he got a donkey dick 

I'm Aquafina make em tappin it 

I wanna feel his third leg while he strokin' it 

Put my face in pillow while he grindin it 

Oh yeah, give me over take a pic 

Stroke me good throw me deep dick 

Let put this shit on Instagram 

It's Juicy J and Trina Bitch! 

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I don't give a pin up (fuck) 

Put it in her ginnats (guts) 

Hit a strip club ran outta ones so now I got the re-up 

I don't give a pin up 

Put it in her ginnats (Guts) 

I don't give a pin up 

Put it in her ginnats (Guts) 

Hit a strip club ran outta ones so now I got the re-up 

Sex pistol, lady killer 

Bust a nut on her 

And that's baby-sittin' 

Okay, next contestant 

I smoke no blunt for breakfast 

Skeeted on her chest, and that's a fuckin necklace 

By the time you get back, I'll be so in leavin strokas 

With a girl like Pocahontas with her hair down to her shoulders 

Unconditional love we can do it in a Porsche 

From the Porsche to the wall 

Wall to the sofa, I'm supposed to bosta 

Insta coasta nostra 

Then I pull her closer 

Hit her with that poker, Yeah