Aminé – Campfire Lyrics (ft. Injury Reserve)

Campfire Lyrics by Aminé ft. Injury Reserve

[Intro – Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard m———-r

[Hook/Chorus – Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the s—s
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
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—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h

[Verse 1 – Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot m———-r
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired m———-r
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake n—-s
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, n—a, 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 n—a, Hef, f–k the police
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the n—a in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Hook/Chorus – Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the s—s
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
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—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h

[Verse 2 – Injury Reserve]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil n—a
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, n—a
And my fit on ET, yo s–t on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, “What’s yo credit score, n—a?”
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–k these n—-s, 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

[Hook/Chorus – Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the s—s
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
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—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h
That’s my lil b—h, that’s, that’s my lil b—h