Caroline lyrics

by

Charlie Wilson


[Intro]
Listen, man
What's up?
I heard you done got you a dime piece, man
Hell naw, man, that n*gga lyin', cuz
One of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, man
Nah, nah, nah
Is that true, man?
I just wanna know
Probably not
I mean, sh*t, to be honest with you, man, she's a...

[Verse 1]
Bad thang (sh*t), fine as hell (Woo), thick as f*ck
Oh my God (Damn), that's my baby
Caroline, you divine, mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro
Aha, f*ck you thought?

[Pre-Chorus]
Holy sh*t, I'm really lit (It's lit)
It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Shee), to f*ck it up (Work)
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About your horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and, shut up and
[Chorus]
Let's get gory like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we f*ck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, f*ck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty
Mmm, killa, westside n*gga (Ayy, ayy, goddamn)
Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300
n*gga, keep your 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

[Post-Chorus]
'Cause great 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—

[Verse 2]
Bad thang (Woah, sh*t), fine as hell (Woo), thick as f*ck
Oh my God (Damn), that's my baby (Woah, woah)
Caroline, you divine, mighty fine (Woah-oh-oh)
Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro (Ah)
Aha (Wha-?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Holy sh*t, I'm really lit (It's lit)
It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Shee), to f*ck it up (Work)
Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear
About your horoscope or what the future holds
Shut up and, shut up and

[Chorus]
Let's get gory like a Tarantino movie
Don't wanna talk it out, can we f*ck it out?
'Cause we gon' be up all night, f*ck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty
Mmm, killa, westside n*gga (Ayy, ayy, damn)
Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300
n*gga, keep your 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

[Post-Chorus]
'Cause great scenes might be great
But I love your bloopers
And perfect's for the urgent
Baby, I want forever
And Caroline (Caroline), don't you see that
I want you to be my—
[Outro]
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, bad, b-b-bad
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