Trey Lorenz - What's On Ya Mind? lyrics

Ay homie Ay yo sh** wa**up with you What...I make ya horny huh (giggle) I make ya horny huh (giggle) sh** You act like you want some n***a.....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 sh** for yall 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 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..n***a 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 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 occa**ionally Run your fingers through my fresh a** 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 n***as perspective No chick can neglect this Just listen when I stress this The b**h was breathless Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws Star had me rock hard shaking like a p**nstar 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 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 p**y 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