Fuck
Lyrics of Fuck by Post Malone, Jeremih
Intro
I just wanna fuck (wanna fuck, wanna fuck)
I just wanna fuck (wanna fuck, wanna fuck)
I just wanna fuck (wanna fuck, wanna fuck)
I just wanna -
Chorus
I ain′t here for no conversation
I ain't really tryna talk (yeah, I just wanna fuck)
Can a nigga be honest, baby? (Baby, I just wanna fuck)
I just came here to fuck (really?)
Shawty, take off them heels and your shirt (I just wanna fuck)
And that skirt and them panties right now (I just wanna fuck)
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
Verse
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′ma 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
Pre-chorus
I could fuck you all the time
Girl, I′m glad you mine, oh
Chorus
I ain't here for no conversation
I ain′t really tryna talk (yeah, I just wanna fuck)
Can a nigga be honest, baby? (Baby, I just wanna fuck)
I just came here to fuck (really?)
Shawty, take off them heels and your shirt (I just wanna fuck)
And that skirt and them panties right now (I just wanna fuck)
Baby, set 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
Verse
Go down, hell yeah, I′ma 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 gon′ tell you lies like the other did
Baby girl, I'ma keep it 100
Verse
Give me your number, I′ma 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, and
Girl, you know I wouldn't wanna wife ya, uh
Girl, I wouldn't wanna make you spiteful
Girl, I wouldn′t wanna mix your life up
Mix your life up, oh
Verse
Yeah, I was tryna get her to my bed (to my bed, yeah)
But we ain′t make it out the kitchen (yeah, oh, yeah, I just wanna fuck)
I was cookin' and I burned the bacon (damn, I just wanna fuck)
Pussy got a nigga slippin′ (yeah)
Got your boy goin' deep (deep)
Breaststroke (I just wanna fuck), backstroke (backstroke)
Girl, I′m swimmin' (I′m swimmin') right now (I just wanna fuck)
Got her singin' like me (me), when she moan (when she moan)
Let′s make a song (make a song)
′Cause we're jammin′ (jammin') right now (now)
Outro
I could fuck you all the time
Girl, I′m glad you mine, oh
August 26
Post Malone, Jeremih · Album · 2026