Lirik Lagu Caroline – Amine

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Lirik Lagu Caroline – Amine

Listen manWhat’s up?I heard you done got you a dime piece, manHell naw, manOne of the Beyoncé, Meagan Good typesNah, 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 thoughtHoly 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 andLets 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 kittyKilla, 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 proHoly 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 andLets 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 kittyKilla, 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
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