Dru Hill - Whatcha Do Lyrics
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Whatcha Do
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What Are The Lyrics For Whatcha Do By Dru Hill?
Ohh baby
I love you Sing a song from, yeah Does anybody stay together any more? Seems like love nowadays doesn't endure We haven't always gotten along But I stayed 'cause I always saw this day And I wanna say Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, grow old with me Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, be one with me From the first time I saw you I knew that you were God's gift to me And I found my greater strength in you 'Cause no one in this world Was more precious to me than you baby Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, grow old with me Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, be one with me I'm saying I do, I do, I do I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do I'm gonna love you forever Millions never made it But our love did Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, grow old with me Millions didn't make it One of the ones that did I knew that we could make it Please be my wife, be one with me Millions Millions Millions |
Who Wrote Whatcha Do By Dru Hill?
Wirlie Morris, Writers Unknown
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What's The Duration Of The Whatcha Do By Dru Hill?The duration of Whatcha Do is 3:47 minutes and seconds. |
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