K-K-K-K-K-Mac
These niggas mad (Mad), they muggin’ me (Me)
I like my pussy bald (Bald), M-M-M-Mr. Clean
She started waxin’, my dick relaxin’
I make her bed rock, call me the mattress king
She-She-She got a sick body (Body), I’m like her vaccine
Come to think about it (‘Bout it), Vitamin D
Her ass up out them jeans, but keep your heels on (On)
The bedroom, yeah, that’s the kill zone
It’s Young Money, baby, and it’s CBE
Let my name spell it out, CMB
Haters don’t bother me, blogs swallow these
Oops, now watch that be on TMZ
Breezy, bitch, you know it’s me
Your girl wetter than Poland Springs
So I go deeper underwater, submarine
Now let me dive in (In), head first
Yeah, I’m a nice guy, but I’m a grown motherfucker
Uh, all of these bitches in the party
These niggas fuck with me, but I don’t fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back, bitches waitin’ in the lobby
Come here, let me show you, do it like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Uh, I’m what they want, I’m what they want
Uh, I’m what they want, I’m what they want
Uh, I’m what they want, I’m what they want
Uh, come here let me show you, do it how I’m supposed to, nigga
Ah!
Hot damn, ho, yeah, I’m goin’ in
Pussy poppers want me to eat it, then, sister, get a trim
Show me tits, grown men, I don’t fool around with kids
Rob Kelly, tell her, tell her piss me up a hundred bid
C-C-Cash Money in this bitch, it’s Young Money in your bizz
Fuck around with that label, yellow labels on your ribs
That’s the shit them niggas get, homie, bitches bend they ribs
One time for the shottas, black hogs on them choppers, bitch
Shit sound sick, water flow drowned, bitch
Oh, you smoke that seed a lot? My niggas on poundses
We don’t hit the club a lot, we be in them lounges
With them girls, 5’10”, front cover Vogue shit, bitch
Uh, all of these bitches in the party (Yeah)
These niggas fuck with me, but I don’t fuck with nobody (No, no)
I pull up in the back, bitches waitin’ in the lobby (whoa, oh)
Come here, let me show you, do it like I’m ‘posed to, nigga (Yeah)
Uh, I’m what they want, I’m what they want (I’m what they want, want)
Uh, I’m what they want (Yeah), I’m what they want
Uh, I’m what they want (What they want), I’m what they want (What they want)
Uh, come here let me show you, do it how I’m supposed to, nigga
Uh, all of these bitches in the party
These niggas fuck with me, but I don’t fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back, bitches waitin’ in the lobby
Come here, let me show you, do it like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Uh, all of these bitches in the party
These niggas fuck with me, but I don’t fuck with nobody
I pull up in the back, bitches waitin’ in the lobby (Shawty)
Come here, let me show you, do it like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Confident Vibes and Unapologetic Bravado
“What They Want” by Chris Brown is a bold celebration of self-assurance and hedonistic lifestyle. The verses are laced with swagger and playful innuendo, as Brown asserts his dominance in both romantic and social scenes. He is unapologetic about his desires and status, using vivid metaphors and clever wordplay to paint a picture of luxury, exclusivity, and irresistible charisma. The song’s chorus reinforces this theme, with Brown declaring himself as the center of attention at any party, surrounded by admirers and maintaining a cool detachment from rivals. Ultimately, the track serves as an anthem for living unapologetically and embracing one’s appeal.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown