Whatcha Do

Lyrics for Whatcha Do

Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the shit they got fitting tha' DKNY. They don't tell you what they did to get it! Watcha do, watcha do (watcha do) Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do (what it is) Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do (what it is) Bitch don't play dumb Stick out your tongue And let me take a plunge For plenty you don't have to suck your thumb I got yum-yum At night you have nice dreams Bout' spices and ice cream You look kind of feisty Your lips they entice me Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it I can tell you get excited I'm gon' spank it Put your head up under the blanket It's the tightest I'm Mafia, some playa's took the Triple 6 to the tre' Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree You niggas be killin' me Say you'll never do it But still you do it Every time I turn around You tongue is in the booty Is it hard to pick em' out Hell na' I'm on the top of that All real hoes know a nigga that licked on the cat That's a fact Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it I'mma eat a little punk ass nigga Fuck screwin' it Little Peter Piper Supposed to be playa's, but you pussy eaters Got you rock hard After my nut, you's a dick beater Watcha do, watcha do (watcha do) Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do (what it is) Watcha do, watcha do Watcha do, watcha do (what it is) Slob on my knob Like corn on the cob Check in with me And do your job Lay on the bed And give me head Don't have to ask Don't have to beg Juicy is my name Sex is my game Let's call the boys Let's run a train First Find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag To hide the ho face Uh! Uh! It's bout' 2-0-9 I'm ridin' Viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky Cause I think it's about that time Me and my dogs Done snort two 'balls Now I need a big mouth For a dick and two balls It's Paul Asking would ya Take face, really? 165 pounds, skinny nigga, beer belly I'm bout' to take her to get it tight From all of y'all No paper chasin' I'm in the ocean tryin' to capture Jaws These bitches got me goin' The feelin' of a warm mouth Man, I tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the South It's on Once I get it, I'm gone I bone a ho deep and long, but that's another song We on the subject of these hoes, that be suckin' dick Don't frown ho You the main one don' it Crunchy Black up in this bitch I tell the truth, dog All these hoes goin' Don't let em' fool y'all Yo, this is DJ Spanish Fly Live at the shake joint And they shakin' it to Watcha Do, Watcha Do Three 6 Mafia, on worrrrrd See, I be swingin' at a bitch like a nigga tryin' to hit a piñata Ten niggas dick up in your motherfuckin' stomach Came across a dick They got you grippin' up on your head Buckin' on [?] Then, she pussy farted Man, plaster fallin' up off the walls While I'm fuckin' her like a dog She's constantly lickin' on my balls All up on my dick And on my nuts And just the back-to-back Rat-tat-tat-tat, hatchet Watch how quickly people bitch react (Bitch react, bitch react)