Brokencyde - Whatcha Want lyrics
[Brokencyde - Whatcha Want lyrics]
They got their heads turning
Everybody's watching
Twenty-three's glistening
Chrome'd out, Flossin'
Mic on my chest
I don't need to wear a t-shirt
Hoes looking at me like they
Trying to do some research
Hoe, you don't know me
Break me out the Kit Kat titties on my lap
Baby you can take a quick nap
Cause I can play with titties all day
Yeah, i can play with titties all day
Pocket full of hydro hand full of drugs
Bottle in my bag let's have some fun
Diamond on my neck so you know I'm fresh
Got a brand new car with a brand new check
Rims be shining girls be droppin'
I can fuck hoes with that no problem
Imma crunk kid biatch, no doubt
Put your motherfucking hands in
The sky and bounce
I'm at the club, Post it up
Sipping on goose
Got girls looking at me like
They trying to get loose, like
Whatcha want? Tell me whatcha want
Whatcha want tell me whatcha want girl
We drink straight don't need no chase
At the beach, Spring Break
Camera phones in my face like
Whatcha want tell me whatcha want
Whatcha want tell me what you want girl
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Tell me whatcha want girl
You know my name i'm Phat J
Looking real good so the ladies say
When I walk up in the club
With the ice be flossing
Steel on my face cuz paparazzis watching
Everybody loves me like Mr t
Something like a lemon baby
Give it a squeeze
The ladies scream when they hear my band
The haters talk shit cuz they know they can
Motherfucker! You's a hater, You's a hater
Sorry, but this can't work out in your favor
My behavior is always wild
People love me because I got
The cue white boy style
Don't be jealous
My photos are highly developed
And you don't need to tell us
What we already know we got the gangsta flow
And you know, we rock this
BC 1, 3 motherfucker can't stop this
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Everybody's watching
Twenty-three's glistening
Chrome'd out, Flossin'
Mic on my chest
I don't need to wear a t-shirt
Hoes looking at me like they
Trying to do some research
Hoe, you don't know me
Break me out the Kit Kat titties on my lap
Baby you can take a quick nap
Cause I can play with titties all day
Yeah, i can play with titties all day
Pocket full of hydro hand full of drugs
Bottle in my bag let's have some fun
Diamond on my neck so you know I'm fresh
Got a brand new car with a brand new check
Rims be shining girls be droppin'
I can fuck hoes with that no problem
Imma crunk kid biatch, no doubt
Put your motherfucking hands in
The sky and bounce
I'm at the club, Post it up
Sipping on goose
Got girls looking at me like
They trying to get loose, like
Whatcha want? Tell me whatcha want
Whatcha want tell me whatcha want girl
We drink straight don't need no chase
At the beach, Spring Break
Camera phones in my face like
Whatcha want tell me whatcha want
Whatcha want tell me what you want girl
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Tell me whatcha want girl
You know my name i'm Phat J
Looking real good so the ladies say
When I walk up in the club
With the ice be flossing
Steel on my face cuz paparazzis watching
Everybody loves me like Mr t
Something like a lemon baby
Give it a squeeze
The ladies scream when they hear my band
The haters talk shit cuz they know they can
Motherfucker! You's a hater, You's a hater
Sorry, but this can't work out in your favor
My behavior is always wild
People love me because I got
The cue white boy style
Don't be jealous
My photos are highly developed
And you don't need to tell us
What we already know we got the gangsta flow
And you know, we rock this
BC 1, 3 motherfucker can't stop this
Hey hey hey hey hey hey