Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

What's On Ya Mind? Lyrics - Singles - Da Brat

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 

Writer: ,

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.