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Whatcha Like - Keith Sweat
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INTERPRÉTATION
Keith Sweat
Keith Sweat
Voix principales
Bobby Crawford
Bobby Crawford
Claviers
Dee Dee Jenkins
Dee Dee Jenkins
Chœurs
Stringz
Stringz
Chœurs
Ki Ki
Ki Ki
Chœurs
Ol' Skool
Ol' Skool
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Keith Sweat
Keith Sweat
Paroles/Composition
Bobby Crawford
Bobby Crawford
Paroles/Composition
Brad Michael Stewart
Brad Michael Stewart
Paroles/Composition
C. Jefferson
C. Jefferson
Paroles/Composition
Stringz
Stringz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Keith Sweat
Keith Sweat
Production
Bobby Crawford
Bobby Crawford
Production
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Ingénierie de mixage
Karl Heilbron
Karl Heilbron
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Intro] Yeah, uh-uh (uh, uh) Yeah, yeah Yeah, whatcha like? (yeah yeah) (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Yeah (Uh, uh, what, what, what, what, what) Baby, I'm scopin' I got you wide open I know you want some Some of this love of mine (yeah, yeah) Cuz I'm not you average trick It takes a lot to get with this If you want my love You gotta wine and dine (yeah, yeah) Wait a minute baby You must think I'm crazy Trickin' is to me One of my favorite past-times Nah, I'm not used to spendin' money Just to get some honey But you know girl There's always a first time For everything, lemme say I know what you want I know what you need Gonna give ya What you like, what you like You know what I want You know what I need Can you give me What I like, what I like Girl, I'll take you Where you never been before I'll go down girl And give you so much more Please come to me I'll supply your every need Satisfaction, baby, gauranteed Now I've heard that game before (heard it before) But you've got to give me more (give you more) I like diamons and plush cars I wanna be the star (oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Boy don't take advantage That bullshit, I can't stand it I'm tired of givin' love And bein' hurt So first thing's first baby I know what you want I know what you need Gonna give ya What you like, what you like You know what I want You know what I need Can you give me What I like, what I like Uh, uh, uh, uh You better get your shit right Boy ain't got much equipment For you to come prepared for me Cuz I'ma catch you slippin' The bullshit I'm skippin' No dicks I'm dippin' Watch your mouth, it ain't no trippin' While this madam is flippin' And I'm sippin' Perione with the thong Gone in the jacuzzi Call this nigga to get my bone on Come screw me, like the driver Do amazing shit like Macgiver Check out how I flip it when I ride ya I hypnotize ya With the twistin' of my hips I mesmorize ya With the lickin' of my lips And I feed him a mouthful Five from that snack, she packin' In the sack, she lackin' Ain't no slackin', I'm mackin' Get the fuck back and recede like a hairline Pull some shit, you gon' see me take care of mine The bomb? poetess be on a paper quest For little D, my mama and me, fuck the rest Uh, uh I know what you want I know what you need Gonna give ya What you like, what you like You know what I want You know what I need Can you give me What I like, what I like
Writer(s): Stephan Browarczyk, Keith Chazz Gaither, Mark Oliver Ullmann, Frederico Drewes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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