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Artiste : Aminé
Titre : Caroline
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...

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, fuck you thought?
Holy shit, I´m really lit
It´s looking like it´s ´bout time to fuck 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 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

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
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 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