Album Cover Whatcha Gonna Do

Whatcha Gonna Do

Monifah

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featuring Femme Fatale And Rufus Blaq

[Femme Fatale]

You done fucked up with this bitch

Nigga lucked up with mama Warbucks

Left you stuck with the cluck clucks

No allowin' been down since the brown trench

Chemically imbalanced no sex and head Alice

Keep it moving nigga pronto

Before you met me you was John Doe

Tonto A.C. in a Broncho secrets only I know

Leave the premises lil' man you ain't paid for this

Jerk off and reminisce, drop them keys, you ain't paid for shit

They call me boogie, the way I love 'em and leave 'em

Put some out, and deceive 'em,

Cuz player, you the naive one fucking with college chicks

Or keep em ass bottom bitch

Star like astrologist, so what the problem here

No love loss, for a second played me Santa Claus

Hurt like a man who lost maybe the shit you ran across

Finessed it like the Lord, rock candy you can afford

Manhood reassured, but you went overboard, what?

[Monifah]

You cheat, you lie, you made me cry

I don't really like this feeling

Deprived me of sexual healing, oh no

Stayed out all night, you creeped inside

Acting like things is cool

Trying to play me for your fool

Now I'm gonna change the rules

1 - Whatcha gonna do

When I up and leave you

Who's gonna bathe and feed you

Whatcha gonna do when I'm taking no more

When I change the locks to my door

Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry

Where you gonna sleep tonight

Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do

When I leave you

You're out time, can't change your mind

Tell me why you made me do this

Baby it was only a test and you failed

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