Whatchulookinat

Album: Just Whitney (2002)
Charted: 13 96
  • Oh, look out
    Oh uh, come on
    What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut?
    (Tyrese yeah)
    What'chu like, me on a, whut?
    (What'cha like, what'cha like?)
    What'chu like? (Can you tell me, baby)
    Why? How? All night long
    (All night long)

    I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian with
    Good conversation plenty big faces
    It's a must I stay luxurious
    Jewelry cut precision like I bust
    Been winnin' since Funkdafied blew up
    It's evident, shit I can't be touched
    Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
    Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
    Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
    Shine so bright in the wet U2
    You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
    Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
    She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit
    Frostbit, December Unrestricted
    Drop dead, the cost is priceless
    Due to the content I suggest you'll like this

    [Chorus]
    What do you like?
    A whole lot of foreplay
    Right before you get it started
    What do you like?
    Me on top
    You on the bottom, tight body
    What do you like?
    Somebody that can make you say
    Wow, know how to all night long
    All night long, tell me

    Whassup? The setting, a hot-ass club
    And you still be sweating me
    I don't see nothing wrong with giving a little love
    But nigga just let me breathe
    Damn, you cute as hell so let's switch the digits
    Then I got to leave
    And you can buy me a couple of drinks
    But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
    And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
    And I like it when you touch my privacy
    And I like it sex and ecstasy
    When the belt buckle loosen up, undress me
    Already juiced up, that come naturally
    Wax on and off so romantically
    No woman can slow dance or throw down like I can
    Ask if you curious to know what I like, man

    [Chorus]

    Let me tell you something
    Well I start at the top of the list
    With my pretty eyes, a cute nose and these fat ass lips
    My medallion sit in the middle of my tits
    It's hit after hit, shit sweet every sip
    Down to the last drip drop, watch the hips rock
    Color Me Bad, tick tock you don't stop
    'Till the thick thighs, dick rise when I skip by
    I ain't surprised I'm what'chu like nigga

    [Chorus] Writer/s: ANDRE LEWIS, JERRY MUHAMMAD, TAMMIE HARRIS, WHITNEY HOUSTON, Jerry Muhammed
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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