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๐Ÿ‘ค Baby Keem feat. Kendrick Lamar โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Melodic Blue โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:17
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โฑ๏ธ 5:17 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 153162

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend
I need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think I did too much
I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
I need a girlfriend
I need a girlfriend

Bet that girl get lonely, introduce her to my humor
It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
I been tucked away, dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers

Huh, okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay, okay
Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, you say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool

I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie
Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches, that remind me of the old days
Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga, I'm a hoe at it, nigga

You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I can't waste no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro code, me and Dad count through seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high seat since the day I turned 16
747, I'm starin' at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)

Huh, okay, just say you not ready
Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
Okay, okay
Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool

Everybody wanna be great, but the work don't relate him to life
Be mistakin' the truth, nigga
I remember bankin' with Chase, like 400K
Starin' at it, I ain't know what to do, nigga
Now I look at money like a resource
Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
Health and wealth, goin' deep for it, do right for my next life

And he get some too
I remember roaches, momma lost focus
I was at home, no lights, no food
Heard that the joke is "Hykeem broke"
And head to the ground when I walk in school
Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
Granny, I won't abide by the rules
I shall reside with advisers to boom

Fuck that, Booman, let me get some too
Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels, oh)
Every lil' bitch that's born looking like soft porn
Only meant for your ego to bruise (bruise, oh)
Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
You gon' live in this world confused ('fused, woah)
Every day, the hate restored and the faith get short

Fuck that, let me get some too
Nigga, my livelihood was understood
That the roof I'm in not bool
Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
"Keem, wanna share that hoe?" Bro move
Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
'Cause I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback
I front in the pics when the heart don't match
Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy

Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (like what these niggas on, like?)

Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin'
Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
Her friend got pornography habits ("Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!")
Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool)
Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang (she's hot)

Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (we're not the Wayans)
Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (he's Baby Keem)
I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game (a Range Rover)

Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Take one, take two, take three, heave it
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?

Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:16.15] Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
[00:19.93] Educated, so I put her in the cut
[00:23.23] I need a girlfriend
[00:27.29] I need a girlfriend
[00:31.25] Two hoes and I think I did too much
[00:34.55] I got two phones and I don't know who to trust
[00:38.37] I need a girlfriend
[00:41.72] I need a girlfriend
[00:45.91] Bet that girl get lonely, introduce her to my humor
[00:49.31] It's a lot of bitches that they sent home in their Uber
[00:53.44] Uh, high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors
[00:57.06] I been tucked away, dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers
[01:01.72]
[01:17.32] Huh, okay, just say you not ready
[01:19.52] Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[01:21.44] Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
[01:23.22] Okay, okay
[01:25.27] Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
[01:27.32] Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[01:29.33] Okay, okay, you say you not ready
[01:33.43] They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
[01:37.38] You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
[01:41.45] You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
[01:45.39] They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
[01:49.24] I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, pg my Rollie
[01:52.79] Turnin' out tops and the tall bitches, that remind me of the old days
[01:56.87] Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass
[01:58.48] What they all in, huh, for the poet? Huh
[02:00.88] I'm a young poetic nigga, I just go at it, nigga, I'm a hoe at it, nigga
[02:04.10] You could ask my mama, we poetic, nigga
[02:06.13] I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
[02:08.07] I can't waste no time on a co-edded, nigga
[02:10.06] Bro code, me and Dad count through seven figures
[02:12.36] Raised around bottles and dope fiends
[02:13.91] On a high seat since the day I turned 16
[02:15.94] 747, I'm starin' at plane wings
[02:17.82] Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (ayy)
[02:21.37] Huh, okay, just say you not ready
[02:23.21] Okay, okay, comin' in heavy
[02:25.35] Okay, they ain't in shape, I'm petty
[02:27.28] Okay, okay
[02:29.43] Okay, y'all be on E, unleaded
[02:31.29] Okay, okay, hold the confetti
[02:33.15] Okay, okay, just say you not ready
[02:37.26] They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes
[02:41.51] You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it
[02:45.58] You ain't stand up on your word, then you's a fool
[02:49.47] They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool
[02:52.49] Everybody wanna be great, but the work don't relate him to life
[02:55.01] Be mistakin' the truth, nigga
[02:56.30] I remember bankin' with Chase, like 400K
[02:58.62] Starin' at it, I ain't know what to do, nigga
[03:00.49] Now I look at money like a resource
[03:01.86] Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school
[03:04.42] Health and wealth, goin' deep for it, do right for my next life
[03:07.23] And he get some too
[03:08.25] I remember roaches, momma lost focus
[03:10.30] I was at home, no lights, no food
[03:12.31] Heard that the joke is "Hykeem broke"
[03:14.14] And head to the ground when I walk in school
[03:16.40] Goin' through the motions, mad impulsive
[03:18.44] Granny, I won't abide by the rules
[03:20.22] I shall reside with advisers to boom
[03:22.17] Fuck that, Booman, let me get some too
[03:24.21] Life ain't always about your name in they mouth
[03:26.63] And the cars and the clothes and the jewels (jewels, oh)
[03:28.32] Every lil' bitch that's born looking like soft porn
[03:30.63] Only meant for your ego to bruise (bruise, oh)
[03:32.41] Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score
[03:34.54] You gon' live in this world confused ('fused, woah)
[03:36.48] Every day, the hate restored and the faith get short
[03:38.50] Fuck that, let me get some too
[03:40.48] Nigga, my livelihood was understood
[03:42.48] That the roof I'm in not bool
[03:44.35] Nigga, the shoes I fill are huge
[03:46.34] "Keem, wanna share that hoe?" Bro move
[03:48.39] Nigga wanna fake sneak diss
[03:49.54] 'Cause I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback
[03:51.61] I front in the pics when the heart don't match
[03:53.79] Take care of the kids, gotta go where they at, ayy
[03:55.75] Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[03:58.32] Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[04:00.42] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[04:03.04] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[04:04.68] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[04:06.64] Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[04:09.08] Let's get this shit, let's, hmm (like what these niggas on, like?)
[04:13.94] Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin'
[04:15.64] Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
[04:17.69] Her friend got pornography habits ("Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!")
[04:22.09] Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang (pgLang, fool)
[04:25.55] Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang (she's hot)
[04:29.25] Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang (Rover gang)
[04:32.81] Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans (we're not the Wayans)
[04:36.33] Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same (he's Baby Keem)
[04:39.86] I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game (a Range Rover)
[04:43.55] Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
[04:46.35] Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
[04:49.90] Take one, take two, take three, heave it
[04:53.66] Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
[04:57.30] Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
[05:01.39] Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:03.37] Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[05:05.29] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[05:07.97] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[05:09.72] Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
[05:11.62] Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
[05:14.07] Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
[05:14.46]

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