What You Want Lyrics

Perfect for pictures, baby a winner

She's my dinner

Spice in the coop, baba ganoush

Shawty on the top of my flute

Playing the blues

All she do is tell me the truth, and all I can do

Is keep it back one hundred and ten

Drunk in the benz I let you drive now baby get in

Tell me again

How many friends you got at the crib

My n***** are home

We can get um' all in the whip

Whatever you want

Oh you just trying to get you some ahh

Get me alone

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Is that what you want

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, that

That what you want, is that what you want

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Crushing your chips

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, shawty

In the, club, by my, lonely

N**** switched on on me, phony

Hard to keep tabs, a couple real ones hold me

D-down, but they busy so I'm by my lonely

Then you hit me

Lots of history

Between you and I

Hate me then you miss me

Getting in your feelings getting chippy

But if they ever hate on you I do um filthy

Hit um in the chest with that Ron Artest

I'm off that sinsemilla they cant get me stressed

Pounds in the whip next to your prada dress

I'm trynna turn your bed set to a mess

You so

Perfect for pictures, baby a winner

She's my dinner

Spice in the coop, baba ganoush

Shawty on the top of my flute

Playing the blues

All she is is tell me the truth, and all I can do

Is keep it back one hundred and ten

Drunk in the benz I let you drive now baby get in

Tell me again

Oh you just trying to get you some ahh

Get me alone

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Is that what you want

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, that

That what you want, is that what you want

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Crushing your chips

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, yeah

You know you hot like a baby beretta

Like you just made some chedda like it's, Nevada weather

If you hop in the whip please, don't bring that attitude

Pretty girls don't always got to act rude

You know I got you like I got myself

If n***** play with you I'm COD I'm going stealth

Hit um right above the belt

And I never tell

Yeah you always just

Perfect for pictures, baby a winner

She's my dinner

Spice in the coop, baba ganoush

Shawty on the top of my flute

Playing the blues

All she is is tell me the truth, and all I can do

Is keep it back one hundred and ten

Drunk in the benz I let you drive now baby get in

Tell me again

Oh you just trying to get you some ahh

Get me alone

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Is that what you want

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, that

That what you want, is that what you want

I'll have that a** throwing a fit

Crushing your chips

Is that what, that what, that what you want

That what you want, is that, yeah