Killer West Side Killer Lyrics

Song Details: Killer West Side Killer Lyrics by Amine. The song name is Caroline sung by Amine.

Killer West Side Killer Lyrics

[Intro]
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…

[Verse 1]
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as f^^k
Oh my god, that’s my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (That’s true)
Like a pro
Aha, f^^k you thought?
Holy shit, I’m really lit
It’s looking like it’s ’bout time to f^^k it up (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 f^^k it out?
Cause we gon’ be up all night, f^^k 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 n^^ga
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I’m 300, n^^ga keep ya feet runnin’
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
Better boy get scurred
Don’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Bad thang, fine as hell, thick as f^^k
Oh my god, that’s my baby
Caroline, you divine
Mighty fine
Shawty really blow the pipe (That’s true)
Like a pro
Aha… what?
Holy shit, I’m really lit
It’s looking like it’s ’bout time to f^^k it up
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 f^^k it out?
Cause we gon’ be up all night, f^^k 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 n^^ga
Boy you like 98 degrees
And I’m 300, n^^ga keep ya feet runnin’
I chief keef keef when I eat these beats
Bet a boy get scurred
Don’t run up in my lane, I don’t want you in my lane
You a lame, get swerved
[Chorus]
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

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

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