Juicy J - Having Sex lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Luke] If you believe in having s** say Hell Yeah If you believe in having s** say Hell Yeah If you believe in having s** say Hell Yeah If you believe in having s** say Hell f** Yeah [Verse 1: Juicy J] Shawty throw me that a** Hold up, let me see it Pop it, let me touch it Bring it back and let me squeeze it Gon' show me that p**y cat I'ma take it home and beat it If its as good as it looks might go in raw and squeeze it pop a couple of these bands she poppin open that G-string p**y wet as a pool sponsored links and Juicy J is in the deep end Bands a make her dance I dont tip until I see your p**y she aint got no waist line and that a** 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 s** b**h I'm Miss America I do what I want to do and f** him in my Panamera Yeah bad b**h, dont see no broad savage I dont even f** 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 b**h 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 sh** on Instagram It's Juicy J and Trina b**h! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I dont give a pin up (f**) Put it in her ginnats (guts) Hit a strip club ran outta ones so now I got the re-up I dont give a pin up Put it in her ginnats (Guts) I dont 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 k**er 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 f**in 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]