Amin — Caroline

[Intro] 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... [Verse 1] Bad thang (Shit), fine as hell (Woo), thick as fuck Oh my God (Damn), that's my baby Caroline, you divine, mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro Aha, fuck you thought? [Pre-Chorus] Holy shit, I'm really lit (It's lit) It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Chee) to fuck it up (Word) Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear About your horoscope or what the future holds Shut up and, shut up and [Chorus] 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 you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty Uh, Killa, westside nigga (Ayy, ayy, goddamn) Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300 Nigga, keep your feet runnin' (Hot, hot) 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 (Ooh, ooh) [Post-Chorus] 'Cause great scenes might be great But I love your bloopers And perfect's for the urgent Baby, I want forever And Caroline, don't you see that I want you to be my [Verse 2] Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuck (Woah) Oh my God, that's my baby (Woah, woah) Caroline, you divine, mighty fine (Woah-oh-oh, ah, ah) Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro (Ah) Aha, what? [Pre-Chorus] Holy shit, I'm really lit (It's lit) It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Chee) to fuck it up (Word) Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear About your horoscope or what the future holds Shut up and, shut up and [Chorus] 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 you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty Uh, Killa, westside nigga (Ayy, ayy, goddamn) Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300 Nigga, keep your feet runnin' (Hot, hot) 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 (Ooh, ooh) [Post-Chorus] 'Cause great scenes might be great But I love your bloopers And perfect's for the urgent Baby, I want forever And Caroline, don't you see that I want you to be my [Outro] 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