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Brokencyde - Whatcha Want lyrics
I got they 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 
Titties in my lap 
Baby, you can take a quick nap, 
'Cause I could play with titties all day (All Day) 
Yeah I could play with titties 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 fuck hoes with that, 
No problem. 
I'm a Crunk Kid biatch, 
No doubt, 
Put your motherfucking hands in the sky 
and bounce 
[Chorus] 
I'm at the club, 
Post it up 
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. [x2]
You know my name, Brokencyde - Whatcha Want - http://motolyrics.com/brokencyde/whatcha-want-lyrics.html
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 van, 
and the haters start shit cause they know they can. 
(Motherfucker) 
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 Motherfucker, 
can't stop this. 
[Chorus] 
I'm at the club, 
Post it up 
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. [x2]











