[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]
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
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse]
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
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
Cm F G
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
