Juicy J - Having Sex lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Luke]

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

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

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’

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Trina]

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

If I let you feature my movie

My legs wrapped around my neck

If I let feature in my movie somebody cuttin me a big check

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!

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

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

[Hook]