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lirik lagu whatcha want – ​brokencyde

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[intro: se7en]
uh, hey, yeah
[?]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: se7en]
i got they heads (heads) turnin’
everybody’s watching
twenty-three’s glistening
chromed out, flossin’
mic on my chest
i don’t need to wear a t-shirt
hoes lookin’ at me like they trying to do some research
hoe, you don’t know me
break me off a kit-kat
t-tties in my lap
baby, you can take a quick nap
’cause i could play with t-tties all day (all day)
yeah i could play with t-tties all day (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 jockin’
i could f-ck hoes with that
no problem
i’m a crunk kid biatch
no doubt
put your motherf-cking hands in the sky
and bounce

[chorus: mikl]
i’m at the club
post it up (ouu!)
sippin’ 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
californians in my face like
whatcha want?
tell me whatcha want
whatcha want?
tell me whatcha want girl
(exclusive sh-t!)
tell me whatcha want girl
tell me whatcha want girl

[verse 2: phatj]
you know my name
i’m phat j
lookin’ real good
so the ladies say
when i walk up in the club
and the ice be flossin’
steel on my face
cause paparazzi’s watching
everybody loves me
like mr. t
suck it like a lemon
baby give it a squeeze
the ladies scream when they hear my band
and the haters start sh-t cause they know they can
(motherf-cker)
you’s a hater
you’s a hater
sorry, but this can’t work out
in your favor
and my behavior is always wild
people love me ’cause
i got the cue white boy style
don’t be jealous
clothes highly developed
and you don’t need to tell us
we already know
we got the gangsta flow
and you know we rock this
b-c-1-3 motherf-cker
can’t stop this

[chorus: mikl]
i’m at the club
post it up (ouu!)
sippin’ 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
californians in my face like
whatcha want?
tell me whatcha want
whatcha want?
tell me whatcha want girl
tell me whatcha want girl
tell me whatcha want girl