Da Brat ft. LaTocha Scott, 22, Trey Lorenz - What's on Ya Mind Lyrics

Ay homie
Ay yo
S*** wa**up with you
What...I make ya horny huh (giggle)
I make ya horny huh (giggle) s***
You act like you want some n****.....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 s*** for why'all who dance with me
Touchin' my a** 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
'cause 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..n****

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 want to 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 want to f*** 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 occasionally
Run your fingers through my fresh a** braids and say
to me
That you feel horny 'cause I want to know
If you want some of this I wish you tell me so
'cause if I let you touch me I must want you to go
Home with me be alond with me to get some mo'
'cause we smoke we drink we bump and grind
And even though I'm tipsy I want to know what's on
ya mind

Chorus: say 2x
(22)
Brat now let me rock it from a n****s perspective
No chick can neglect this
Just listen when I stress this
The b**** was breathless
Big lips so thick make me want to drop draws
Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar
Uh huh wa**up 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
'cause 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 p****
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