Campfire lyrics
by Aminé
[Intro]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherf*cker
[Chorus: Aminé]
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*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
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*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I'm a hot motherf*cker (True)
Please, no pictures, I'm a tired motherf*cker
Spidey senses tingle when it's fake n*ggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, n*gga, that's true
West Coast 'til I D-I-E (Westside)
If you want respect, look me in my E-Y-E
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places (True)
Free my n*gga, Hef, f*ck the police (True)
Uh, Oprah for President (Woo), CLBN resident (Yeah)
Thizz-Face when I'm disgraced, that's the n*gga in me (Uh-huh)
Might catch me at a Whole Foods (True)
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who
[Chorus: Aminé]
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*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
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*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
[Verse 2: RiTchie]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil' n*gga
This run in my blood like Drew Barrymore, n*gga
And my fit on ET, yo 'sh*t on EBT
So when you try and flex, I'm like, "What's yo' credit score, n*gga?" (The f*ck?)
Yeah, and that's word to my granny
Since fourteen, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the Pennys
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Yeah, f*ck these n*ggas, 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 sh*ts
Put a hundred in my pocket then a hundred on the rims
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
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*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch
That's my lil' b*tch, that's-that's my lil' b*tch