Listen man
What's up?
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man
Hell naw, man
One of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, man
Nah, nah, nah
Is that true, man?
I just wanna know
Probably not
I mean, shit to be honest with you, man, she's a

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Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck
Cm                  F
Oh my god, that's my baby
G          Cm
Caroline, you divine
Cm
Mighty fine
                         F
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
        G
Like a pro
Aha, fuck you thought?
Cm
Holy shit, I'm really lit
F               G       Cm           F
It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up
G         Cm
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
           F                     G
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
           Cm                     F
Let's get gory, like a Tarantino movie
             G
Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
Cm
Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf
Cm
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
Cm
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Cm
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
Cm
Killa, westside nigga
Cm
Boy you like 98 degrees
F                         G
And I'm 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin'
Cm
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
F                G
Better boy get scurred
Cm                                 F
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane
                  G
You a lame, get swerved

Cm
Cause great scenes might be great
F               G
But I love your bloopers
Cm
And perfect's for the urgent
F                G
Baby I want forever
Cm
Caroline, don't you see that
F                G
I want you to be my

Cm                  F              G
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck
Cm                   F
Oh my god, that's my baby
G          Cm
Caroline, you divine
        F
Mighty fine
               G
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
Aha... what?
Cm
Holy shit, I'm really lit
       F      G         Cm                    F
It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up
     G                           Cm
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
               F                G
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
           Cm                     F
Let's get gory, like a Tarantino movie
             G
Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
Cm
Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf
Cm
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
Cm
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Cm
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
Cm
Killa, westside nigga
Cm
Boy you like 98 degrees
F                         G
And I'm 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin'
Cm
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
F                G
Better boy get scurred
Cm                                 F
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane
                  G
You a lame, get swerved

Cm
Cause great scenes might be great
F               G
But I love your bloopers
Cm
And perfect's for the urgent
F                G
Baby I want forever
Cm
Caroline, don't you see that
F                G
I want you to be my

Cm                               F    G
Bad thang, bad, bad, bad, bad thang, thang, thang, thang, thang
Cm                               F    G
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad, thang, thang
Cm                               F    G
Bad thang, thang, thang, bad, b-bad, bad thang, thang, thang
Cm                               F    G
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad