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Caroline
Aminé Lyrics


Listen man
What's up?
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man
Hell nah, man
One of the Beyoncé, Meagan Good types
Nah, nah, nah
Is that true, man?
I just wanna know
Probably not
I mean, shit, to be honest with you, man, she's a

Bad thang (shit), fine as hell (woo), thick as fuck
Oh my God (damn), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
Fuck you though
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's lit)
It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up (word)
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and

Let's get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby give me kitty kitty

Killa, westside nigga
Boy you like ninety eight degrees and I'm three hundred, nigga keep ya feet runnin'
I Chief Keef keef when I eat these beats, better boy get scurred
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane, you a lame, get swerved

'Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers
And perfect's for the urgent
Baby, I want forever
Caroline, don't you see that
I want you to be my

Bad thang (shit), fine as hell (woo), thick as fuck
Oh my God (damn), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
Fuck you though
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's lit)
It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up (word)
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and

Let's get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby give me kitty kitty

Killa, westside nigga
Boy you like ninety eight degrees and I'm three hundred, nigga keep ya feet runnin'
I Chief Keef keef when I eat these beats, better boy get scurred
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane, you a lame, get swerved

'Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers
And perfect's for the urgent
Baby, I want forever
Caroline, don't you see that
I want you to be my

Bad thang, bad, bad, bad, bad thang, thang, thang, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, thang, bad, b-bad, bad thang, thang, thang
Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Irvin Mejia, M. Warren Davis, Adam Amine Daniel

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tnttagger

If this song's vibe was everyone's constant vibe the world would be so much better👌

tnttagger

@Samantha Pena obviously not bruh im just trolling cuz yall mad annoying

Samantha Pena

@tnttagger is it

tnttagger

@zkzjw it is.

zkzjw

sure, if objectifying women and drug use is your idea of "better"

TRX ASTRO

Real rap

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Blue

anyone else wish they could hear this song for the first time again?

JayMehKay

Yea man I wish

motion

yea.

Jérémie

@RyDELL YT i was 10 listening this at home before school , miss this time when the only thing that was in my mind was at the moment

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