WHAT HE WANTS (Sped Up) Lyrics

(Drama, karma, mama, harma)

(Drama, karma, mama, harma)

I tried to play it cool

I tried to play it nice

I kept my mouth shut

Until he rolled the dice

Excuses, excuses

So full of excuses

Confusion, confusion

Got caught up in confusion

Dagger in my heart

Danger in my scars

He tore what we had apart

And now he's hiding like a fool

The good boy is never good enough

But he likes when I play-play rough

Taste too good he never get enough

Taste too good he never get enough

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

(Now it's my turn)

If he wants the drama

I'll hit up miss karma

And call up his mama

And cause him some harma

If he wants some drama

I'll hit up miss karma

And call up his mama

And cause him some harma

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

(Now it's my turn)

Riddle me this, riddle me that

Could've been his

Could've been bad

When I'm a good boy he don't want that

When I'm a bad boy he shows his ass

He wants to play the game

The one that causes pain

This boy ain't got no shame

Cause he knows that I'm his main

Dagger in my heart (my heart)

Danger in my scars (my scars)

He tore what we had apart

And now he's hiding like a fool

The good boy is never good enough

But he likes when I play-play rough

Taste too good he never get enough

Taste too good he never get enough

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)

Crazy, yeah (Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)

Said, yeah (Now it's my turn to drive that boy crazy)

Said, imma drive (Imma drive him, imma drive him)

Imma drive

(Crazy, crazy, crazy)

Imma drive

(Imma drive him, imma drive him)

Imma drive

If he wants the drama

I'll hit up miss karma

And call up his mama

And cause him some harma

If he wants the drama

I'll hit up miss karma

And call up his mama

And give him some harma