What U Mean Lyrics
by Big K.R.I.T. Feat. Ludacris
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came, why the f-ck you came?
Why, why, why the f-ck you came?
Don’t you see the grill, candy on this frame
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came
Don’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherf-cker
Bout time n-ggas see the real
Old school car with the grill
Gaining those valee can’t help you bout a top bill low
It ain’t sh-t I can do about it
White clean, everyday’s a holiday
Getting paid, everyday’s a balling
You ain’t seen the pimping till you see me on the corner
Last time your b-tch hold me but I ain’t want
Get money motherf-ck, fame
Tryna break a hole and make change
If you knew me from the …then you knew that I was tipping
You’s a motherf-cking lie, if I ain’t dripping Mississippi
What you know about it?
…steel cold on, my …came with a fold on it
So if you riding and you down for the smash
So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came, why the f-ck you came?
Why, why, why the f-ck you came?
Don’t you see the grill, candy on this frame
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came
Don’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherf-cker
Don’t you wanna rest off in this glass house?
If I let you ride sit that ass out
Don’t play me like no trick that sh-t’s so overrated
All this super basing…got you motivated
Haters screaming favors never stop me
So the motherf-ckers never block me
Popping trunk, dropping top as I grip the basis
If you don’t know what grip me by now…then b-tch you…
Pimping is the… I kick it like a kumate
Working … on the field like it’s 2 a day, 3 a day, 4 a day
Any day, a pro say
Shake it for a player, let me see it
If you looking for a southern country…let me be
Cause say you riding and you down for the smash
So what you mean, what you mean, what you mean
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came, why the f-ck you came?
Why, why, why the f-ck you came?
Don’t you see the grill, candy on the frame
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came
Don’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherf-cker
I knew a b-tch named Mandy, she was a pink toe
She had a …so I asked her cause she deep though
She said she never done it, she said she never tried
She sitting there telling up motherf-cking lies
I said baby don’t worry just get down on your knees
Cause the 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-gga harder than some government cheese
I say y’all women are freaks, they just need an excuse
Pretending 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 pussy, I just need some recruits
Salute the pimp, yeah it’s luda pimp
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Bad b-tches join my team, ugly hoes…
After midnight, don’t play no motherf-cking games
Cause if you do, all you gonna hear me saying
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came, why the f-ck you came?
Why, why, why the f-ck you came?
Don’t you see the grill, candy on the frame
What u mean you ain’t nasty?
Why the f-ck you came
Don’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherf-cker.
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