Whats On Ya Mind Lyrics by Da Brat

Whats On Ya Mind Lyrics

    F/ 22, latocha scott, trey lorenz

    Ay homie
    Ay yo
    Shit wassup with you
    What...i make ya horny huh (giggle)
    I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit
    You act like you want some nigga.....do you?


    (da brat)
    Di di di da di di di da di day
    I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way
    Day to day you think of me
    Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me
    The dj keep spinnin' the hot records
    Make the whole table go crazy the first second
    Third i'm ready and able to hit the middle
    Under that disco ball so i could shake a little
    This shit for yall who dance with me
    Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically
    Don't get carried away with it
    I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it
    Insatiably, when i cum i do it patiently
    Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me
    You been chasing me for the longest time
    Like billy joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga

    Chorus:
    Homie, you act like you want some
    Now tell me, do i do i make ya horny huh
    All up on me having a good time
    I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x)

    (da brat)
    I put my hands on the back of your fade
    And we danced till the crack of dawn came
    To the sun raise up its on
    Still got stamina to take you home
    Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her
    You wanna fuck with the funk bandit
    Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it
    And you ain't even believing you dancing with brat
    And making eye contact
    Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally
    Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me
    That you feel horny cuz i wanna know
    If you want some of this i wish you tell me so
    Cuz if i let you touch me i must want you to go
    Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
    Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind
    And even though i'm tipsy i wanna know what's on ya mind

    Chorus: say 2x

    (22)
    Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective
    No chick can neglect this
    Just listen when i stress this
    The bitch was breathless
    Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws
    Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
    Uh huh wassup shorty
    Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie
    Thug love homie brat put you up on pink lemonade
    That's why i don't attract rats with my serinades
    Stack off plubicades
    Lack when it comes to brains
    More than 2 women i'mma stack'em then play the game
    Rack'em they love my name 22
    Cuz they figure amongst themselves can i really enject 2
    With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming
    Everything is mine while i'm grinding the pussy
    Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me
    I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh

    Chorus: say 4x

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