Amine – Campfire (feat. Injury Reserve)

[Chorus: Aminé]
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that’s true
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock?
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT

Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip

If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
Campfire, I’m a hot motherfucker
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies

That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
So when you try to flex, I’m like, "What’s yo credit score, nigga?"
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherfucker
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places

Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
comp So many hits, I could have my own NOW!
[Intro: Dolemite]
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Pen a triple album full of all my children
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
[Chorus: Aminé]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
[Chorus: Aminé]
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
[Verse 1: Aminé]
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who