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