Whatcha Like Lyrics

Yeah, uh-uh (uh, uh)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, whatcha like? (yeah yeah)

(Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Yeah

(Uh, uh, what, what, what, what, what)

Baby, I'm scopin'

I got you wide open

I know you want some

Some of this love of mine (yeah, yeah)

Cuz I'm not you average trick

It takes a lot to get with this

If you want my love

You gotta wine and dine (yeah, yeah)

Wait a minute baby

You must think I'm crazy

Trickin' is to me

One of my favorite past-times

Nah, I'm not used to spendin' money

Just to get some honey

But you know girl

There's always a first time

For everything, lemme say

I know what you want

I know what you need

Gonna give ya

What you like, what you like

You know what I want

You know what I need

Can you give me

What I like, what I like

Girl, I'll take you

Where you never been before

I'll go down girl

And give you so much more

Please come to me

I'll supply your every need

Satisfaction, baby, gauranteed

Now I've heard that game before (heard it before)

But you've got to give me more (give you more)

I like diamons and plush cars

I wanna be the star (oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Boy don't take advantage

That bullshit, I can't stand it

I'm tired of givin' love

And bein' hurt
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So first thing's first baby

I know what you want

I know what you need

Gonna give ya

What you like, what you like

You know what I want

You know what I need

Can you give me

What I like, what I like

Uh, uh, uh, uh

You better get your shit right

Boy ain't got much equipment

For you to come prepared for me

Cuz I'ma catch you slippin'

The bullshit I'm skippin'

No dicks I'm dippin'

Watch your mouth, it ain't no trippin'

While this madam is flippin'

And I'm sippin' Perione with the thong

Gone in the jacuzzi

Call this nigga to get my bone on

Come screw me, like the driver

Do amazing shit like Macgiver

Check out how I flip it when I ride ya

I hypnotize ya

With the twistin' of my hips

I mesmorize ya

With the lickin' of my lips

And I feed him a mouthful

Five from that snack, she packin'

In the sack, she lackin'

Ain't no slackin', I'm mackin'

Get the fuck back and recede like a hairline

Pull some shit, you gon' see me take care of mine

The bomb ? poetess be on a paper quest

For little D, my mama and me, fuck the rest

Uh, uh

I know what you want

I know what you need

Gonna give ya

What you like, what you like

You know what I want

You know what I need

Can you give me

What I like, what I like

Keith Sweat Whatcha Like