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Key: Abm Intro Tab: (Play 1x Before Lyrics Come In) A|-----2-1-------2-1---| E|-2-5-------2-5-------| C|---------------------| G|---------------------| F# A Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake B A# On my life, man, fuck's sake F# A If I did, I'd ménage with 'em B A# And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake F# A My man full, he just ate B A# I don't duck nobody but tape F# A Yeah, that was a setup B N.C. For a punchline on duct tape F# A Wo-Wo-Wo-Worried 'bout if my butt fake B A# Wo-Worried 'bout y'all ni**as, us straight F# A Th-These girls are my sons B A# Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight F# A When I walk in, zip up straight B A# I don't give a fuck if I was late F# A Dinner with my man on a G5 B N.C. Is my idea of a update F# A Hut-hut one, hut-hut two B N.C. Big titties, big butt too F# A Fu-Fuck with them real ni**as B A# Who don't tell ni**as what they up to F# A Had to show bitches where the top is B A# Ri-Ring finger where the rock is F# A The-These hoes couldn't test me B A# Even if their name was Pop Quiz F# A Bad bitches who I fuck with B A# Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with F# A I don't fuck with them chickens B A# Unless they last name is Cutlet F# A Let it soak in B A# Like seasoning F# A And tell them bitches blow me B A# Lance Stephenson
♫ Chorus: F# A B A# Raise every bottle and cup in the sky F# A B A# Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July F# A B A# Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight F# A B A# Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet F# A B A# Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only F# A B A# Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only F# A B A# Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only F# A B A# I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only F# A I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man B A# But when that's over, then I'm first in line F# A And the other day in her Maybach B A# I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time" F# A We had just come from that video B A# You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow F# A She was sittin' down on that big butt B N.C. F# But I was still starin' at the titties though A B Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key A# F# A I been peeped that you like me, you know? B A# Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? F# A B A# I mean--- it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly F# A B N.C. I mean--- she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree F# A B N.C. Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW F# A B A# Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you F# A B A# Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable F# A B A# Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable F# A B A# Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you F# A The NBA players fuck with you B A# The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you. F# A B A# Oh, that's 'cause I believe in somethin' and I stand for it F# A And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck B A# Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it ♫ Chorus: F# A B A# Raise every bottle and cup in the sky F# A B A# Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July F# A B A# Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight F# A B A# Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet F# A B A# Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only F# A B A# Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only F# A B A# Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only F# A B A# I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only F# A I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up B A# If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up F# A Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right B A# 'Cause she act like she need dick in her life F# A That's another story, I'm no story-teller B A# I piss greatness, like goldish yellow F# A All my goons so overzealous B A# I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca F# A Calendar say I got money for days B A# I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways F# A My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave B A# They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard F# A My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade B A# Don't have my money? Take mothers instead F# A You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth B A# Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin F# A I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns B A# So think about your son and daughter rooms F# A Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns B A# Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms F# A This shit is crazy, my ni**a B A# I mean brazy, my ni**a F# A That money talk, I just rephrase it, my ni**a B A# Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my ni**a F# A For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off B A# I mean "pop-pop-pop" then I take off F# A Ni**a, now you see me, ni**a, now you don't B A# Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles F# A Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber B A# 17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets F# A My story is how I went from "poor me" B A# To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me" ♫ Chorus: F# A B A# Raise every bottle and cup in the sky F# A B A# Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July F# A B A# Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight F# A B A# Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Young Mula, baby) F# A B A# Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only F# A B A# Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only F# A B A# Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only F# A B A# I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only
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