Video I Wanna de Jp 2024 Reggaeton Lyrics

Jp - I Wanna Lyrics

[Intro: J.P.]
(Enrgy made this one)
Tell me what's the move?
What you wanna do?

[Chorus: J.P.]
I wanna F-word (I bet you do)
I wanna fuck (I know)
I wanna F-word
I'm tryna—

[Verse 1: J.P.]
Never had to play my hand to get a bitch 'cause she was goin' first (Yes, sir)
I'm in the D, got this bad bitch rollin' up this Backwood full of crud, bitch, I'm on one
She said she wanna fuck, but she want her
Call up your friends, get a three-way (Get a three-way)
That bag 'round, bitch, I keep pape' (Bitch, I keep pape')
I'm runnin' shit like this a relay (A relay)
12:30, don't you be late (Don't you be late)
I been that nigga since a lil' one, you don't know me, ho? (Huh?)
Jockin' bitches out they jeans, bitch, I keep a real (Yes, sir)
I catch her lookin' and she tooken, she ain't comin' home
Huh, walk her to the bathroom, let me get that dome
Bitch, ain't no snappin' the group chat, let me get that phone (No)
I only been rappin' for a year, it ain't been that long (No, sir)
But I don't think I did enough (Nah)
I ain't callin' you no Uber if you ain't finna let me fuck, bitch
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Come here, lil' baby, let me tell your ass what's up, huh
I looked at everybody and you the baddest in the club
Oh, you like me now? Just imagine when we fuck (Fuck)
I was at your girl and I just snatched her off a hug (Come here)
I just wanna know you on the same time as me (Bitch)
I just wanna know is we fuckin' when we leave? (Come on)
I just wanna know if I can get in with my heat
I just made a bitty hit her knees like I was J.P. (Bitch)
The block turnt, we in the middle of the street (Yeah)
Got her in the 'Cat, she say, "I ain't never been in one of these"
Smoke exotic weed, this the shit that hurt your chest (Yeah)
I'm not good with threats, you gon' get hit up in your neck (Bitch)
I know I can come and fuck you better than your ex
Pussy got some power, bitch, you better watch your head (Yeah)
Want it in all blues, that shit better than a check (Blues)
Gotta call my phone, all that textin' don't get read (On God)
Pull up to the Bnb and bring all your friends (Come on)
Turnt to WWE and put 'em on they head, huh
These ain't no prescription, how these glasses cost a band? (How?)
I just wanna fuck, we ain't gotta lock it in (Yop)

[Chorus: J.P.]
I wanna F-word (I bet you do)
I wanna fuck (I know)
I wanna F-word
I'm tryna—