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BIG K.R.I.T. - What U Mean ft Ludacris Lyrics

What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?
Why, why, why the fuck you came?
DonÂ’t you see the grill, candy on this frame
What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came
DonÂ’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherfucker

Bout time niggas see the real
Old school car with the grill
Gaining those valee canÂ’t help you bout a top bill low
It ainÂ’t shit I can do about it
White clean, everydayÂ’s a holiday
Getting paid, everydayÂ’s a balling
You ainÂ’t seen the pimping till you see me on the corner
Last time your bitch hold me but I ainÂ’t want
Get money motherfuck, fame
Tryna break a hole and make change
If you knew me from the Â…then you knew that I was tipping
YouÂ’s a motherfucking lie, if I ainÂ’t dripping Mississippi
What you know about it?
Â…steel cold on, my Â…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 ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?
Why, why, why the fuck you came?
DonÂ’t you see the grill, candy on this frame
What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came
DonÂ’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherfucker

DonÂ’t you wanna rest off in this glass house?
If I let you ride sit that ass out
DonÂ’t play me like no trick that shitÂ’s so overrated
All this super basingÂ…got you motivated
Haters screaming favors never stop me
So the motherfuckers never block me
Popping trunk, dropping top as I grip the basis
If you donÂ’t know what grip me by nowÂ…then bitch youÂ…
Pimping is theÂ… I kick it like a kumate
Working Â… on the field like itÂ’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 countryÂ…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 ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?
Why, why, why the fuck you came?
DonÂ’t you see the grill, candy on the frame
What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came
DonÂ’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherfucker

I knew a bitch named Mandy, she was a pink toe
She had a Â…so I asked her cause she deep though
She said she never done it, she said she never tried
She sitting there telling up motherfucking lies
I said baby donÂ’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 youÂ’ll keep a nigga harder than some government cheese
I say yÂ’all women are freaks, they just need an excuse
Pretending they all tight when these bitches is loose
ThatÂ’s why I stay strapped up when IÂ’m knocking the boots
And love that military pussy, I just need some recruits
Salute the pimp, yeah itÂ’s luda pimp
Bad bitches join my team, ugly hoesÂ…
After midnight, donÂ’t play no motherfucking games
Cause if you do, all you gonna hear me saying

What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came, why the fuck you came?
Why, why, why the fuck you came?
DonÂ’t you see the grill, candy on the frame
What u mean you ainÂ’t nasty?
Why the fuck you came
DonÂ’t be pushing on my buttons
Wait a minute motherfucker.