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range brothers (with Kendrick Lamar)

アーティスト:Baby Keem, Kendrick Lamar  アルバム:The Melodic Blue  作詞:Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet  作曲:Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Samuel Gloade/Ruchaun Akers/Dylan Clearly-Kell/Jahaan Akil Sweet  発売年:2021 

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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 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 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 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) 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 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 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,


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