Amine - Caroline 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 f*ck
Oh my God (damn), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
F*ck you though
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's lit)
It's looking like it's 'bout time to f*ck 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 f*ck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, f*ck 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 f*ck
Oh my God (damn), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro
(Haha, what?)
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's lit)
It's looking like it's 'bout time to f*ck 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 f*ck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, f*ck 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