Post Malone - f** lyrics

[Intro] I Just wanna f** I just wanna f** I just wanna f** I just wanna f** [Chorus: Jeremih] I ain't here for no conversation I ain't really tryna talk Can't a n***a be honest baby (I just wanna f**) I just came here to f** Shawty take of them heels and your shirt And that skirt and them panties right now (I just wanna f** I just wanna...) Baby step into my room, show me love And get served like tennis right now [Verse 1: Post Malone] If you wanna come and get served right now Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down 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'm a turn your a** around right now Now you're screaming "Good Lord" Got you smoking on the loud Knock you down f** you like you never been before I could f** you all the time Girl I'm glad you're mine [Chorus: Jeremih] I ain't here for no conversation I ain't really tryna talk Can't a n***a be honest baby (I just wanna f**) I just came here to f** Shawty take of them heels and your shirt And that skirt and them panties right now (I just wanna f** I just wanna...) Baby step into my room, show me love And get served like tennis right now [Verse 2: Post Malone] If you wanna come and get served right now Then you know it's goddamn guaranteed to go down, go down Hell yeah, I'm a say it, go and show me what you working with Give a f** 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 [?] Lil mama look hotter than the Summer is I ain't gonna say lies like the other did Baby girl I'm a keep it one hundred Get me on, I'm a, I'm a 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... [Bridge: Jeremih] Yeah I was tryna get her to my bed But we ain't make it out the kitchen I was cooking and I burned the bacon, damn p**y got a n***a slippin', yeah Got your body going deep, breast stroke, back stroke Girl I'm swimming right now (I just wanna f**) Got her singing like me, when she moan Let's make a song, and we're jamming right now [Outro: Post Malone] I could f** you all the ti-I-I-I-I-I-I-ime Girl I'm glad you're m-I-I-I-I-I-ine