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Whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya on, shawty
Whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya on
Look
Got a wicked shawty
Really with the witchery
Yeah she always tried to get at me
But I don't trust no one
I always think that they gon switch on me
Woah
But now we cool that was like years ago that's history
And now I'm feeling you
Baby I think you fit for me
Those diamond eyes
Fuck what they got going at Tiffany's
Guess it was meant to be
Both like weed mixed with Hennessy
One night she's telling me
fre$h I've got a friend you should meet
Damn
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Baby wassup
Yeah, hey
She like, ok ok ok ok ok ok
Can she spend the night
Yeah
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Whatever u like
Yeah yeah, ok
Yeah ok
Then they come over
I got both 'em sitting shoulder to shoulder
Woah
We just been chillin on the sofa
In my head I'm thinking
That I wanna bend 'em over
Woah
But I keep my composure
Two pieces of art
Man, Frankie like composer
Like it's my trade
Know what to say
Not to mention my accolades
They appreciate
Woah-oh
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
What we doing
They like
Well where's the bottle
Off the drink I'm such a problem
They gon make this
Interesting
I said
Baby I'm listening
One chocolate and one cinnamon
Both sweet they so different
Don't know what to put 'em in
I'm brainstorming positionings
1, 2, 3
Casamigos now we so lit
Got one of 'em grinding weed
The other roll it
Kissing on my neck
My baby asked me if I'm open, yeah
And it's
Got me like so surprised
But fuck it
Tequila shot
Take tequila shots
Her buddy say something nervous
Don't repeat it back
Them drunk words starting look a lot
Like them sober thoughts
They like fre$h whatchya got
Play your song
Oh my god
Yeah, aye yeah
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
We can do that
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok
But y'all gotta throw it back
Yeah, aye
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Let's put it on
Yeah, yeah
So I play my song
I got these pretty ladies
Dancing on my chairs
Second verse comes around
They only in they underwear
Big ol' lips kissing on my neck
She looking up at her friend
I'm thinking all up in my head
Try not to be a minute man
Grabbing all up on my pants
Anxious for what's coming next
Of course a nigga came prepared
Golden rubbers stay on deck
Friend no longer looking scared
Get to whispering in my ear
And said, so where you wanna go from here, daddy
Whatchya, whatchya on, shawty
I'm like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
I'm gonna take these off
Aw yeah
They like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
fre$h you the boss
Yeah
Like, ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
Yeah
Yeah, ok
Whatchya, whatchya on, shawty
Whatchya, whatchya on, shawty
Whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya on, shawty
Whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya
Whatchya, whatchya on