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