Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Eyed Peas
Vocals
J. Rey Soul
Vocals
Johnny Goldstein
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Harris
Songwriter
Yonatan Goldstein
Songwriter
Antonin Georges Malherbe Didier
Songwriter
Didier Malherbe
Songwriter
William Adams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
will.i.am
Producer
Keith Harris
Producer
Johnny Goldstein
Additional Producer
Dylan "3D" Dresdow
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Holy fuck, holy fuckin' fuck
That body of yours is absurd
I'd do anything for it, that's my word
How you such a hourglass body on curve?
I may need to see the booty, make it twerk
Seriously fuck that booty is superb
Watchin' your ass jiggle-jiggle on the table will permanently scar me
So come on baby, put it on me
Fuckin' hell, I'm obsessed wit' ya
You got me drooling like a zombie
[Verse 2]
I know what y'all **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double D's
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what ya'll **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double D's
[Verse 3]
Bitches talking shit, say that to my face
Bitch, I don't want no drama in my space
Your man's looking at me, put him in his place
I see him checking out my treble and my bass
That means he looking at my racks and my junk
Trying to pop and lock and get up in my trunk
I ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, I don't do no stunts
The kitty-kitty-kitty cat is what he wants
[Verse 4]
I know what y'all **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double D's
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what ya'll **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double D's
[Verse 5]
I don't want no fucking drama in my space
I'm a real bitch, I ain't 'bout to fake
I ain't trying take a **** on a date
I ain't tryna give a **** no cake
Your ****' been tryna fuck for a while
I had to tell your **** that ain't my style
A side bitch ain't my profile
Told that **** I don't fuck a, fuck around
[Verse 6]
I know what y'all **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double D's
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what ya'll **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double D's
[Verse 7]
I, I-I-I know what you want from me boy
I know what you want from me boy
You want a taste of brown sugar
You want a taste of brown sugar
But if you want all my honey
Boy, you got to be my honey
[Verse 8]
Listen, I don't want no trouble-trouble-trouble and
Boy, you don't want no trouble-trouble with me
Girl, I be on another level
I ain't mess around with nobody that got somebody
I ain't messin' around
[Verse 9]
Holy fuck, holy fuckin' fuck
That body of yours is absurd
[Verse 10]
I know what y'all **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double D's
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what he wants, I know what he wants
I know what ya'll **** want from me
He wants these double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double
Double-double-double-double D's
[Verse 11]
That body of yours is absurd
That body of yours is absurd
Written by: Antonin Georges Malherbe Didier, Keith Harris, William Adams, Yonatan Goldstein