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"Caroline"

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Listen man,
I heard you done got you a dime piece man (Hell nah)
One of them Beyonce makin good types man

Is that true man?
I just wanna know
I mean shit, to be honest with you man
She's a
Bad thing, shit
Fine as hell, woo
Thick as fuck, oh my god
That's my baby
Caroline you devine, mighty fine
Shorty really blow the pine, like a pro
Uh huh, fuck you thought
Holy shit, I'm pretty lit
It's lookin like it's about time, to fuck it up
Caroline listen up
Don't wanna hear about you 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 gone be up all night
Fuck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug
Guess I'm a Giraffe
If you want safe sex, baby use the knee pad
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby gimme kitty kitty
Mm, killer, west side nigga
Aye aye, god damn
Do you like 98 degrees and I'm 300 hundred nigga keep your feet running
Hot hot
I kief kief kief
When I eat these beats
Bet a boy gets scurred, get scurred
Don't run up in my lane
Don't want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved
Cause gray scenes might be gray
But I love your bloopers
And perfect is for the urgent
Baby I want forever
Caroline don't you see that I want you to be mine
She's a
Bad thing, shit
Fine as hell, woo
Thick as fuck, oh my god
That's my baby
Caroline you devine, mighty fine
Shorty really blow the pine, like a pro
Holy shit, I'm pretty lit
It's lookin like it's about time, to fuck it up
Caroline listen up
Don't wanna hear about you 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 gone be up all night
Fuck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug
Guess I'm a Giraffe
If you want safe sex, baby use the knee pad
Freaky with the sticky icky
Baby gimme kitty kitty
Mm, killer, west side nigga
Aye aye, god damn
Do you like 98 degrees and I'm 300 hundred nigga keep your feet running
Hot hot
I kief kief kief
When I eat these beats
Bet a boy gets scurred, get scurred
Don't run up in my lane
Don't want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved
Cause gray scenes might be gray
But I love your bloopers
And perfect is for the urgent
Baby I want forever
Caroline don't you see that I want you to be mine