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letra de what u mean - big k.r.i.t.

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]
what you mean you ain’t nasty
why the f-ck you came
why the f-ck you came
why, why the f-ck you came
what you mean you ain’t nasty
why the f-ck you came
don’t you see the grill
candy on the frame
what you mean you ain’t nasty
why the f-ck you came
why the f-ck you came
why, why the f-ck you came
what you mean you ain’t nasty
why the f-ck you came
don’t be pushin on my b-ttons
wait a minute motherf-cker

[verse 1: big k.r.i.t.]
bout time n-gg-s seen the real
old school car with the grill
gettin’ it, doors valet can’t help you up out it
top fell off and ain’t sh-t 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 b-tch chose me but i ain’t want her
get money, motherf-ck 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 motherf-ckin liar if i ain’t reppin’ mississippi
what you know about it
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

[hook]

[verse 2: big k.r.i.t.]
don’t you wanna rest off in this gl-ss house
if i let you ride set that -ss out
don’t play me like no trick that’s just so overrated
all this superb-ssin’ woofer quakin’ got you motivated
haters screamin favors never stopped me
sucker motherf-ckers never blocked me
poppin trunk, droppin top as i beat the b-ss
if you don’t know what krit mean by now then b-tch you super late
po’ another fo’ up to recuperate
if pimpin was a blood sport i kick it like a k-mate
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 b-mpkin let me be it
you say you ridin’ and you down for the smashin
so what you mean, what you mean, what you mean

[hook]

[verse 3: ludacris]
i knew a b-tch named mandy
she was a pink toe
she had a lisp so i asked her could she deepthroat
she said she never done it, she said she never tried
she sittin’ there tellin’ a motherf-ckin 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 n-gg- harder than some government cheese
i say all women are freaks they just need an excuse
pretendin’ they all tight when these b-tches is loose
that’s why i stay strapped up when i’m knocking the boots
and love that military p-ssy i just need some recruits (troops! )
salute a pimp, it’s luda pimp
bad b-tches join my team, ugly hoes exempt
after midnight don’t play no motherf-cking games
cause if you do, all you gon’ hear me say

[hook]

- big k r i t

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