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