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They got their heads turning Everybody's watching Twenty-three's glistening Chrome ... Mic on my chest I don't need to wear a t-shirt Hoes looking at me like they trying to do some research Hoe, you don't know me Break me out the Kit Kat Titties on my lap Baby you can take a quick nap Cause I can play with titties all day Yeah, i can play with titties all day Pocket full of hydro Hand full of drugs Bottle in my bag Let's have some fun Diamond on my neck So you know I'm fresh Got a brand new car With a brand new check Letras de canciones Rims be shining Girls be ... I can fuck hoes with that No problem Imma crunk kid biatch, no doubt Put your motherfucking hands in the sky and bounce [Chorus] I'm at the club, Post it up Sipping on koose Got girls looking at me like they trying to get loose, like Whatcha want? Tell me whatcha want Whatcha want Tell me whatcha want girl We drink straight Don't need no chase At the beach, Spring Break Californians in my face like Whatcha want Tell me whatcha want Whatcha want Tell me what you want girl Hey hey hey hey hey hey Tell me whatcha want girl [x2] You know my name I'm Phat J Looking real good So the ladies say When I walk up in the club With the ice be flossing Steel on my face cuz paparazzis watching Everybody loves me Like Mr. T Something like a lemon baby Give it a squeeze The ladies scream when they hear my band The haters talk shit cuz they know they can You's a hater, You's a hater Sorry, but this can't work out in your favor My behavior is always wild People love me because I got the cue white boy style Don't be jealous ... And you don't need to tell us What we already know We got the gangsta flow And you know, we rock this BC 1,3 motherfucker can't stop this [Chorus] Hey hey hey hey hey hey [x2] From Letras Mania