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Aminé - Caroline lyric

Listen man What's up? I heard you done got you a dime piece, man Hell naw, man One of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, man 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, fine as hell, thick as fuck Oh my god, that's my baby Caroline, you divine Mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true) Like a pro Aha, fuck you thought? Holy shit, I'm really lit It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up 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 98 degrees And I'm 300, 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 Play Video Aminé Breaks Down the Lyrics to Caroline 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, fine as hell, thick as fuck Oh my god, that's my baby Caroline, you divine Mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true) Like a pro Aha... what? Holy shit, I'm really lit It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up 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 98 degrees And I'm 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin' I chief keef keef when I eat these beats Bet a 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.

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