Baby Keem - Range brothers lyrics

Range brothers

Baby Keem

GENRE

Rap

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[Part I]

[Verse: Baby Keem]
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 girlfriend 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' bless, duckin' maneuvers

[Part II]

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Huh? Okay, you 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, un-leady
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, you say you not ready

[Post-Chorus: Baby Keem]
They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them prudes
You cannot hidе behind the shades, I see right through it
You ain't stand up on your word, thеn you's a fool
They're not, chea, they're not, chea, they're not bool

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
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 poetin' nigga, I just go at it, nigga
I'm a whore 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 an' Dad count through seven figures
Raised around bottles and dope fiends
On a high since the day I turned sixteen
747, I'm starin' at plane wings
Prayin' the Lord's seen, Grandma prayin' for me (Ayy)

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Huh? Okay, you 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, un-leady
Okay, okay, hold the confetti
Okay, okay, just say you not ready

[Post-Chorus: Baby Keem]
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

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Baby Keem]
Everybody wanna be great but the work don't relate him to life
Be mistakin' the truth, nigga
I remember bankin' with Chase, like four-hundred K
Starin' at it, I don'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 broken"
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 gone live in this world confused ('Fused, woo)
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 ho? 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

[Part III]

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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?)

[Verse: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar]
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?

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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

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Gang of Four - Anthrax lyrics

Anthrax

Gang of Four

GENRE

Rock

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[Verse: Jon King and Andy Gill]
Woke up this morning, desperation AM ([?])
What I've been saying won't say them again (just forget it)
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain (I made out, how many you got?)
The thoughts I'm thinking, like piss down a drain (fucking [?] arseholes!)
And I feel like a beetle on its back (It felt I'm gonna fucking talk you out of it)
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax ([?] Marxists can take the fuckin'-)
And that's something I don't want to catch (Grass knows what)
Ought to control what I do to my mind (He got- I'll tell you what)
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind (I'll tell you about distribution of labour)
Only yesterday I said to myself (You got the group, you got the fuckin' label)
The things I'm doing aren't good for my health (You got the musicians)
And I feel like a beetle on its back ('Cause they're a pile of shit)
And there's no way for me to get up ([?])
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax ([?])
And that's something I don't want to catch (What separates it out)

[Outro: Jon King and Andy Gill]
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch

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Slump6s - Amount lyrics

Amount

Slump6s

GENRE

Rap

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[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude

[Verse]
I get so much bands in my pocket, a big amount
I get so much racks in a safe I don't care about
All these new rumors about me, I hear about
I get so much gas in my body, feel like a cloud
I had to tell that little girl to back up
Got another flight in a minute, now need to pack up
You not hard, lil' bro, you don't need to act tough
Know these niggas mad 'cause I'm cold just like Alaska
Black and white diamonds like a Panda
I've been sipping lean, got a four in my Fanta
Always walking 'round with a bag like I'm Santa
I've been rocking Fendi, rocking Prada like I'm Tana
All of these hoes taking pictures, I don't like the cameras
If he try to run up on me, then I'm grabbing a tool, I ain't using a hammer
Yeah, he mad, leaving him yellow, no, I ain't talking banana
Look, I came up, I'm getting money, I'm rocking Dolce Gabbana

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude
Ayy, ayy, I'm like what you want? What you tryna do?
Gang, gang, you not with the mob, we in front of you
Same thing, I wake up, get money, that's my every move
You a lame, that lil' ho be hitting up like every dude

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Orakana - 140 LOFI lyrics

140 LOFI

Orakana

GENRE

Rap

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[INTRO]
One four, one fourth LOFI

One four , one forty LOFI

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[VERSE]
Yeah

I Been up in my feelings

Having dreams about some drilling’s

Wondering what the fuck is the meaning

Cus I’m up beat

Wanna show love

They don’t love me

But I suck it up

Like I’m Kirby

I feel like worthy

I feel like a king

Of this Earth b

But if I talk too long

You’ll just curve Me

Attitude please curb it

I feel undeserving

So please don’t keep on hurt me

But imma keep my smirk yeah

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[VERSE 2]
You been talking in some tongues

I don’t understand yeah

I been saying you’re the one

But you got different plans yeah

Lying when I’m having fun

Happy when I’m sad yeah

Your heart beating like a drum

It could kill a man yeah


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