Caroline

Listen, man (What's up?)

I heard you done got you a dime piece, man (Hell naw, man)

One of them Beyoncé, Meagan 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 (Shit, woo!)

Oh my God, that's my baby

Caroline, you divine

Mighty fine

Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true)

Like a pro (Fuck you thought?)

Holy shit, I'm really lit (This is lit)

It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up (Chee, word)

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 ya want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads

Freaky with the sticky-icky

Baby, give me kitty-kitty

Killa, westside **** (Aye, aye, goddamn)

Boy, you like 98 degrees

And I'm 300, ****, keep ya feet runnin' (Hot, hot)

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, fine as hell, thick as fuck (Shit, woo!)

Oh my God, that's my baby (Whoa, whoa)

Caroline, you divine

Mighty fine

Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true)

Like a pro (Aha... what?)

Holy shit, I'm really lit (This is lit)

It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up (Chee, 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, 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 ya want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads

Freaky with the sticky-icky

Baby, give me kitty-kitty

Killa, westside **** (Aye, aye, goddamn)

Boy, you like 98 degrees

And I'm 300, ****, keep ya feet runnin' (Hot, hot)

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 (Caroline)

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, bad thang, thang, bad, bad, b-b-bad, b-b-bad