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    E-40

    My Ghetto Report Card 2006 ©

    Just Fuckin'

    What's goin on momma? I don't know why you trippin
    I don't know why you act this way, this way
    You already knew what it was from the beginnin
    You know how we've been gettin down
    I know you want this too
    We just friends right?
    We should never stop what we do
    We got a good thing goin baby


    We're not in love but we pretennnnd
    We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)
    The situation's a win-win (it's a win-win)
    We both know we're just fu-ckin (we're fuckin)


    Oooh; thick like a big bowl of grits, big tits good looks
    I knew you had some good gush gush
    Cause you look like you did and I can tell it was bomb (what type)
    The type of broad to squirt when she bust a nut and she cum
    You said you know I got a man but he ain't treatin me fair
    He always gone plus he never take me nowhere
    I said what'chu tryin to tell me, he act like you don't exist?
    Yup and when he come home he smell like liquor and fish
    Fool don't know what he missin, he tardy and lame
    But that's his loss, and it's my game
    You got a mean throat game and your coochie is serious
    Pussy so good I fuck you on your peroid
    Naw we ain't in love but we can damn sho' pretend to be
    Get a sack of that broccoli and a bottle of Hennessy
    Check into a room at the Fairfield Inn (and then what)
    Fire up some purple, let the beatings begin (oooh)




    Your girlfriends is jealous and sexually frustrated
    So of course they hated after you told 'em how I ate it
    And you know what they say about fellas with big feet
    So why you wanna put my business out in the street?
    They already give me extra long hugs and shit (what else)
    They want your position, they tryin to scoot you up out of it
    Take your foot of the gas, I thought we had an arrangement
    You missin the point, it ain't gon' be no engagement
    You need to play your position, or you out of the game
    You testin my mackin, you out of yo' range
    We just fuck-buddies, I'm just stickin and bonin ya
    Get somewhere with that dumb shit, stick to the formula
    I'll come over later when your kids asleep
    And so some nasty things that they gon' have to bleep
    Give it to you good, while he out there trickin
    Make your man say, "Girl yo' coo-coo feel different!"



    We just fuckin


    Baby please stop the whinin
    Let me tell out your linin
    Orgasms multiplyin
    Under the sun that's shinin
    On-ly a fool would throw this a-wayyyyyyyyyyy (ooooh)



    We just fuckin


    Don't act like you want this to end
    I know you don't, know you don't (oooh)
    We both know we're just fu-ckin (We just fuckin sweetheart)
    We can do this and still be friends
    (Yeah, we can still be friends)
    We both know we're just fu-ckin (we just fuckin)
    Just let me do ya baby (just let me do ya)
    Just let me screw ya baby (let me screw ya)
    I swear I'll fuck you all night


    You know, I'll come through
    I got the Astroglide, I got the larger size prophylactics
    Lifestyle, oowop edition you smell me?
    It's therapeutic and healin
    You know we got a certain chemistry sweetheart
    I come through the turf the other day
    Y'knahmean they scream out - here for the hemp list
    Here for the hemp list
    I go pick up a zip, stop by the liquor sto'
    Pick up a bottle of Beefeater and Donald Duck grapefruit juice
    Cause I know that's yo' favorite, oooh

    2006 ©




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