Caroline Lyrics - Amine

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... 

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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 

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 

Lets 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 

Photos 

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 

Lets 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