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    "What You Want" Lyrics


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    I bag the bad chick, hair long like a Cherokee
    Sexy as can be, skin complexion ebony
    It's ecstasy, when this girl have sex wit me
    I want to give her kid or two, fulfill my destiny
    Yo, she choice, body all soft and moist
    Matter front, far screamin almost lost my voice
    We in the tunnel, I'm poppin more stacks my bundle
    Smokin lust style, start to stumble, crew ready to rumble
    Hey boo, how you do? Before I pursue
    I want you to excuse my wild ass crew
    I'm Herb McGruff, you smokin like that herb I puff
    Little cutie, hips got the curves and stuff
    Here's my Roman numerals, I'm a wise guy, thought you gettin into boo
    Specialize in tombstones and funerals
    Live the fast life, run wit dudes past trife
    Push your six hundred Benz on my jewels half ice

    [Chorus: Shay Best]
    You got what I want, you got what I need
    I'm not afraid to let you know just how I will
    Gruffie, you know you're all the man I'll ever need
    Gonna keep it real wit you, if you keep it real wit me

    Yo, you hot baby, you must come from hell
    I like your smell, sweet perfume from Chanel
    What's your name miss? You got the mother dane's pissed
    All up in your grill, is if you was famous
    She said her name's Armani, half black, half Italiani
    Nails all done, sportin Muskina on her body
    She 5'3", straight out the NYC
    Tellin me, this other cute girl's Gruff, gon make you try me
    Now check me, listen up, first of all, you're sexy
    And not like them gold diggin chickens try to peck me
    I see through them hoes, they can't get no new clothes
    Askin for blue Parasukos, expensive shoe stores
    Just for 'cause I'm young and hold figgas
    Gold diggas try to gas me, they better gas them other niggas
    'cause I ain't give them a cent, picture Gruff money bein spent
    Payin some pigeon head rent

    If you want to, when the party's over, meet me on the corner
    I'm twelve from the park, who could see the chrome rims spark
    Let's grab a bite, you walkin ain't no cab in sight
    Don't start flaggin, whites and Arabs ain't right
    Hop in the 6 double 0, don't front, let's go
    I'm mad tow up, you know, off the bubble and 'dro
    Yo you drive, I'mma play the passenger side
    Kinda tired, don't want me and no car to collide
    Turn up the Benji joint, on the 97.1
    You want the slow jams, twist to 98.7, Kiss
    Take the whip out, park, let's flow through the mist
    Yeah, baby, and it goes like this

    [Chorus to fade]
    This song was submitted on December 10th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Terry Brown, Cyril Rawson, Cyril G. Rawson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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