rtist: Jonay Song: Whatcha Wanna Do Album: The Darker The Sky Is The Brighter The Stars Shine
Verse1 Whatcha wanna do I’m, right in front of you gotta place backstage that’s ready for two Where we can get our grind on Do the thangs ya don’t dare do with the lights on J-O, you know the rest so, come on Bring it to me, ima give it to ya girl, let’s go Im gonna get mine, you gonna get yours
Damn you look good and I wanna take off If you like to if you don’t mind Let us sneak out the back door, leave it all behind You and me one on one, Gonna give what you want Just tell me when it’s on, then it’s on Then I felt sudden slap on my face Saying J, you aint really top of my taste With a smooth talk, and a cool walk Gotta man plus you aint exactly looking like Jude Law Say What?
Chorus Looking nice “Yes, Do I want a bite “Yes” Do I mind if u gotta man by your side “No” Got no wrist like “wow” and my kicks are “old” But I’m still like hold up “Whatcha wanna Do”
Ey stop for a minute miss, I didn’t finish it Don’t mean to show, but u aint got no limits with, me Pay attention to the way you breathe, Tryina tell me you don’t feel it? I’m a pump that adrenaline Have you bump eloquent Do all them thangz that’s relevant An, ad little bit more, fast and little bit slow Move away from the wall to the middle of the floor Let me take care of ya Take you over seas and I aint talking about America Show what separates J from the rest Two chances is all I need to be flaring ya First off I bring up the lighter Second off I set your whole body on fire Let your man know He’s smart enough to have you But dumb enough to let u out, if he asks say J said so
Verse 3: Hop in hop in we be Rollin Rollin Doing something bumping, in the backseat the feeling like wow And I aint talking about igniting a dro Rather talk about getting you off them … Strap your belt on, we going out, for, a ride, do something You going like though Get your freak on, wont u speak grown Tease me a little with the thing u know me want Breathe in breathe out, show u what I’m worth Rough and raw but I promise I wont hurt Gimme what you got ima handle it proper Show me what you made of and I won’t stop ya Till the tire go flat, if it busts I got the spare right at the back We be rollin on until early morning till the sun comes up Or until your man is calling