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Amine - Campfire Ft Injury Reserve Lyrics

Campfire
[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfuc***
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I'm a hot motherfuc***
Please, no pictures, I'm a tired motherfuc***
Spidey senses tingle when it's fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, ni***, that's true
West Coast 'til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my ni***, Hef, f*** the police
Uh, Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Thizz face when I'm disgraced, that's the ni*** in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil ni***
This run in my blood like Drew Barrymore, ni***
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT
So when you try to flex, I'm like, "What's yo credit score, ni***?"
Yeah, and that's word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies
Nausea, heartburn, side effects may vary
Yeah, f*** these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book 'em in the Hilton
[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch
That's my lil bitch, that's- that's my lil bitch