Fuck Lyrics - Post Malone

I just wanna fuck 

I just wanna fuck 

I just wanna fuck 

I just wanna fuck 

I ain't here for no conversation 

I ain't really tryna talk 

Can a nigga be honest baby? (I just wanna fuck) 

I just came here to fuck 

Shawty take of them heels and your shirt 

And that skirt and them panties right now 

(I just wanna fuck, I just wanna...) 

Baby step into my room, show me love 

And get served like tennis right now 

If you wanna come and get served right now 

Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down 

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I'm going down, you're going down 

It's going down for sure 

Baby girl sit down right now 

Give you five seconds, one, two, three, four 

I'mma turn your ass around, right now 

Now you're screaming "Good Lord" 

Got you smoking on the loud, knock you down 

Fuck you like you never been before 

I could fuck you all the tiiiiime 

Girl I'm glad you're miiiiine 

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I ain't here for no conversation 

I ain't really tryna talk 

Can a nigga be honest baby? (I just wanna fuck) 

I just came here to fuck 

Shawty take of them heels and your shirt 

And that skirt and them panties right now 

(I just wanna fuck, I just wanna...) 

Baby step into my room, show me love 

And get served like tennis right now 

If you wanna come and get served right now 

Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down 

Go down, hell yeah, I'mma say it 

Go and show me what you working with 

Give a fuck about the man that you rolling with 

Think it's 'bout damn time that you done with him 

How you get so bad? We all wonderin' 

Lil mama look hotter than the summer is 

I ain't gonna tell you lies like the other did 

Baby girl, I'mma keep it one hundred 

Get me on, I'mma, I'mma call you later 

And these Saint Laurent's looking alligator 

And maybe that's why she want an elevator 

Elevate your life, elevate your life 

Girl you know I wouldn't wanna wife ya 

Girl I wouldn't wanna make you spiteful 

Girl I wouldn't wanna mix your life up 

Mix your life up... 

Yeah I was tryna get her to my bed 

But we ain't make it out the kitchen (I just wanna fuck) 

I was cooking and I burned the bacon, damn 

Pussy got a nigga slippin', yeah 

Got your boy going deep: breast stroke, back stroke 

Girl I'm swimming right now (I just wanna fuck) 

Got her singing like me, when she moan 

Let's make a song, and we're jamming right now 

I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime 

Girl I'm glad you're m-i-i-i-i-i-ine