Key: F# minor•
Verse 1
Bm
F#m
What you mean you ain't nasty
Bm
F#m
Bm
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Don't you see the grill
Candy on the frame
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Don't be pushin' on my buttons
Wait a minute motherfucker
Verse 2
Old school car with the grill
Gettin' it, doors valet
can't help you up out it
Top fell off and ain't shit I can do about it
Ride clean, every day's a holiday
Gettin paid, every day's
a bottle day
And you ain't seen a pimp until you
seen me on the corner
Last time your bitch chose
me but I ain't want her
Get money, motherfuck fame
Tryna break a ho and make change
If you knew me from the ribbit then you
knew that I was tippin'
You's a motherfuckin liar if I ain't
Krizzle still cold on em
My gift of gab came with a bow on it
So if you grind and you
down for the smashing
So what you mean, what you mean,
what you mean
Verse 3
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Don't you see the grill
Candy on the frame
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
C#sus4
What you mean you ain't nasty
Bm
C#sus4
Why the fuck you came
Verse 4
Wait a minute motherfucker
Bm
C#sus4
Bm
If I let you ride
that's just so overrated
All this superbassin' woofer
quakin' got you motivated
Haters screamin' favors
never stopped me
Sucker motherfuckers never
blocked me
Poppin' trunk,
droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now
then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up to recuperate
If pimpin' was a blood sport
I kick it like a kumite
Working boppers on the
field like it's 2 a day
Three a day, 4 a day, any day a pro say
Shake it for a player, let me see it
If you lookin' for a southern
country bumpkin let me be it
You say you ridin' and
you down for the smashin'
So what you mean, what you mean,
what you mean
Verse 5
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Candy on the frame
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
C#sus4
What you mean you ain't nasty
Bm
C#sus4
Bm
Why the fuck you came
Don't be pushin' on my buttons
Verse 6
Wait a minute motherfucker
She was a pink toe
She had a lisp so I asked
her could she deep throat
She said she never done it,
she said she never tried
She sittin' there tellin' a
motherfuckin' lie
I said baby don't you worry just
get down on your knees
Cause some warm head will turn
me up a couple degrees
So just throw your lips around
this anaconda and squeeze
And you'll keep a nigga harder than
some government cheese
I say all women are freaks they
just need an excuse
Pretendin' they all tight when
these bitches is loose
That's why I stay strapped up when
I'm knocking the boots
And love that military pussy I just need
some recruits (Troops!)
Salute a pimp, salute a pimp
Bad bitches join my team,
ugly hoes exempt
After midnight don't play
no motherfucking games
Cause if you do,
all you gon' hear me say is
Verse 7
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Don't you see the grill
Candy on the frame
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Wait a minute motherfucker
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBm F#m C#sus4
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