Caroline - Amine (lyrics)

Listen, man (what's up?)
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man (hell nah, man)
One of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, man (nah, nah, nah)
Is that true, man? I just wanna know (what? 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 (uh-huh, fuck you thought?)
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's 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 (whoa), like a Tarantino movie (whoa)
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 (whoa)
Freaky with the sticky-icky
Baby, give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside nigga (aye, aye, yeah)
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I'm 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin' (ice, ice)
I chief keef-keef when I eat these beats
Bet a boy get scurred (get scurred)
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved (ooh, ooh)
'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? (Oh-whoa) fine as hell, thick as fuck
Oh my god (whoa, whoa), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine (whoa-oh)
Mighty fine (ah)
Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true)
Like a pro (ah)
Uh-huh, what?
Holy shit, I'm really lit (it's lit)
It's looking like it's 'bout time (sheesh) 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 (whoa)
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 (whoa)
Baby, give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside nigga (aye, aye, yeah)
Boy, you like 98 degrees
And I'm 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin' (ice, ice)
I chief keef-keef when I eat these beats
Bet a boy get scurred (get scurred)
Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved (ooh, ooh)
'Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers (whoa)
And perfect's for the urgent
Baby, I want forever
Caroline (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, b-bad
B-bad, b-bad, b-bad +