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Amine (R&B Singer) - Aminé - Caroline lyrics

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

Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as f**
Oh my god, that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
f** you thought
Holy sh**, I'm really lit
It's looking like it's 'bout time to f** it up
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
Lets get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we f** it out?
Cause we gon' be up all night, f** a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If ya want safe-s**, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
k**a, westside n***a
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I'm 300, n***a 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
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Baby I want forever
Caroline, don't you see that
I want you to be my

Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as f**
Oh my god, that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
Holy sh**, I'm really lit
It's looking like it's 'bout time to f** it up
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About ya horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and shut up and
Lets get gory, like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we f** it out?
Cause we gon' be up all night, f** a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If ya want safe-s**, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby give me kitty kitty
k**a, westside n***a
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I'm 300, n***a 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

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