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Ti'khari Dequan - Whatchutalkinbout? Lyrics


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[Intro]
Tryna say that we don't get money? We look em in the face real funny like...aye

[Hook]
WhatchuTalkinBout? WhatchuTalkinBout? WhatchuTalkinBout? Whatchu-WhatchuTalkinBout?
WhatchuTalkinBout? WhatchuTalkinBout? WhatchuTalkinBout? Whatchu-WhatchuTalkinBout?
Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)Talkin(Willis)Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)WhatchuTalkin, Whatchu
Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)Talkin(Willis)Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)WhatchuTalkin, Whatchu
Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)Talkin(Willis)Whatchu-Whatchu(Willis)WhatchuTalkin, Whatchu
WhatchuTalkin, WhatchuTalkin, WhatchuTalkinBout?

[Verse One]
My whip is a ferrari and my chick is right beside me
My swagger is so Nnarley and the haters try to stop me
So I pull up on em like "no way kimosabe!"
We be hoppin like some bunnies they say we be dressin funny
They say that we ain't gettin money we look at em like a dummy
We be hoppin like some bunnies they say we be dressin funny
They say that we ain't gettin money we look at em like...

[Hook]

[Verse Two]
Shirt small jeans tight, swagga still on green light
Gas too expensive catch me ridin on a mean bike
It got pedals and brakes... and it's somethin like a picture cus it's ready to take
J to the E to the R to the K
I do it like a teen boy that can't get laid
Haters tryna say that I don't get paid
I look em straight in the face like ayyye

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
And that's just how the story go
Quan make the girls dance like moms on the Maury show
My money ain't retarded it's just stupid so it's sorts slow
I'm like a bomb from Osama Bin Laden I'm sure to blow
See I'm comin and it's somethin they don't wanna know.
Truth is I'm changing up the game like An audible
Everybody like a red light to me they gotta go.
Call me butter & good grades I am on a roll

[Verse Four]
My pockets real big, yours barely swollen
Your money real short, Gary Coleman
My team burnin up, yours barely smokin
And my squad stay fly, yours barely floatin
The fibs you tellin me should be considered felony
Cus moneys music to my ears And I'm hearing the perfect melody
Some people will forever hate and you should never hesitate
To look em the directly in the face then yo tell em say

[Hook]

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Ti'khari Dequan lyrics