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Caroline Lyrics
Caroline Lyrics

Caroline Lyrics

Caroline Song Lyrics by Aminé

Listen manWhat’s up?I heard you done got you a dime piece, manHell naw, manOne of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, manNah, nah, nahIs that true, man?I just wanna knowProbably notI mean, shit to be honest with you, man, she’s a-
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuckOh my god, that’s my babyCaroline, you divineMighty fineShawty really blow the pipe (that’s true)Like a proFuck you thought?
Holy shit, I’m really litIt’s looking like it’s ’bout time to fuck it upCaroline, listen up, don’t wanna hearAbout ya horoscope or what the future holdsShut up and shut up and
Let’s get gory, like a Tarantino movieDon’t wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?‘Cause we gon’ be up all night, fuck a decafYou say I’m a tall thug, guess I’m a G-raffeIf ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee padsFreaky with the sticky ickyBaby give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside niggaBoy you like 98 degreesAnd I’m 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin’I chief keef keef when I eat these beatsBetter boy get scurredDon’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my laneYou a lame, get swerved
‘Cause great scenes might be greatBut I love your bloopersAnd perfect’s for the urgentBaby I want foreverCaroline, don’t you see thatI want you to be my-
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as fuckOh my god, that’s my babyCaroline, you divineMighty fineShawty really blow the pipe (that’s true)Like a proAha, what?
Holy shit, I’m really litIt’s looking like it’s ’bout time to fuck it upCaroline, listen up, don’t wanna hearAbout ya horoscope or what the future holdsShut up and shut up and
Let’s get gory, like a Tarantino movieDon’t wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?‘Cause we gon’ be up all night, fuck a decafYou say I’m a tall thug, guess I’m a G-raffeIf ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee padsFreaky with the sticky ickyBaby give me kitty kitty
Killa, westside niggaBoy you like 98 degreesAnd I’m 300, nigga keep ya feet runnin’I chief keef keef when I eat these beatsBet a boy get scurredDon’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my laneYou a lame, get swerved
‘Cause great scenes might be greatBut I love your bloopersAnd perfect’s for the urgentBaby I want foreverCaroline, don’t you see thatI want you to be my-
Bad thang, bad, bad, bad, bad thang, thang, thang, thang, thangBad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad, thang, thangBad thang, thang, thang, bad, b-bad, bad thang, thang, thangBad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad

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