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Amine - Campfire Lyrics

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Campfire by Amine [Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherf*cker

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
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 b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherf*cker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherf*cker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did to all them shake, nigga, 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 nigga [?] and f*ck the police
Oprah for President, [?]
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
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 b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch

[Verse 2: Injury Reserve]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
[?] like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo sh*t on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, “What’s yo credit score, nigga?”
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the [?]
Side effects may vary
Yeah, f*ck these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
[?] album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Injury Reserve]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
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 b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch
That’s my lil b**ch, that’s, that’s my lil b**ch