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Campfire Video (MV)




Performed By: Amine
Featuring: Injury Reserve
Length: 2:15
Written by: Adam Amine Daniel, Asa Taccone, Nathaniel Ritchie




Amine - Campfire Lyrics
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[ Featuring Injury Reserve ]

You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherf*cker

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

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 the Harlem 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, Hef, f*ck the police
Uh, Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Thizz 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

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

Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil' nigga
This run in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit 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 pennies
Nausea, heartburn, side effects may vary
Yeah, f*ck 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

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
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You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherf*cker

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

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 the Harlem 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, Hef, f*ck the police
Uh, Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Thizz 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

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

Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a scary lil' nigga
This run in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit 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 pennies
Nausea, heartburn, side effects may vary
Yeah, f*ck 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

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
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Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Asa Taccone, Nathaniel Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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