Campfire Lyrics - Amine

You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker 

Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits 

Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip 

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

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Campfire, I'm a hot motherfucker 

Please, no pictures, I'm a tired motherfucker 

Spidey senses tingle when it's fake niggas 

Dreads swinging like they did to all them shake, nigga, that's true 

West Coast 'til I d-i-e 

If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e 

I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places 

Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police 

Oprah for President, CLBN resident 

Dis face when I'm disgraced, that's the nigga in me 

Might catch me at a Whole Foods 

And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who 

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Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits 

Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip 

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil nigga 

There's red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga 

And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT 

So when you try to flex, I'm like, "What's yo credit score, nigga?" 

Yeah, and that's word to my granny 

Since 14, knew the route like Randy 

Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies 

(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary 

Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock? 

So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp 

Pen a triple album full of all my children 

No difference from Kidz Bop, book 'em in the Hilton 

Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits 

Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip 

Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch 

That's my lil bitch, that's, that's my lil bitch