More songs by Aminé
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Lyrics and translation
Original
-Listen man -What's up?
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man.
-Hell naw, man.
-One of them Beyoncé-making-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
Like a pro Holy shit , I'm 'bout to lick It's lookin' like it's 'bout time To fuck it up Caroline, listen up Don't wanna hear about your 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 you want safe sex, baby, use a knee pad Freaky with the sticky icky, baby, give me kitty kitty Mm, killer, Westside nigga Boy, you like ninety-eight degrees and I'm three hundred, nigga, keep your feet runnin' A chief Keef keef when I eat these beats, better boy, get scurred
Don't wanna be in my lane, I don't want you in my lane You a lame, get swerved 'Cause gray 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
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 Like a pro
Holy shit , I'm 'bout to lick It's lookin' like it's 'bout time To fuck it up Caroline, listen up Don't wanna hear about your 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 you want safe sex, baby, use a knee pad Freaky with the sticky icky, baby, give me kitty kitty Mm, killer, Westside nigga Boy, you like ninety-eight degrees and I'm three hundred, nigga, keep your feet runnin' A chief Keef keef when I eat these beats, better boy, get scurred
Don't wanna be in my lane, I don't want you in my lane You a lame, get swerved 'Cause gray 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
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