收聽Baby Keem的trademark usa (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

trademark usa (Explicit)

Baby Keem2022年10月28日

trademark usa (Explicit) 歌詞

trademark usa (Explicit) - Baby Keem

Lyrics by:Hykeem Carter/Adam King Feeney/Teo Lucas Halm/Rogét Chahayed/Ruchaun Akers

Composed by:Hykeem Carter/Adam King Feeney/Teo Lucas Halm/Rogét Chahayed/Ruchaun Akers

I can't help but feel neglected

 

Changin' up the schedule your calendar refreshin'

 

Time pass and we move on nobody says s**t

How I'm 'posed to act when my morals ain't respected

 

How you 'posed to act when your feelings ain't protected

I'm cashin' checks just to get some neck and some necklaces

 

What's next

War and turbulence prayin' on this plane

 

Success got a taste of it never was the same

 

Trademark on that p***y trademarkin' my brand-new b***h

 

Yеah duh hol' up blood hol' up cuh hol' up sis huh

Hol' up

LLC the Glock and I LLC my b***h huh

LLC

Pass me the rock I go crazy on my kicks huh

Had to tеll my grandma "Sit back relax" and s**t huh

Make n***a

Make n***a buy her house and car she's off the list huh

Fake n***a talkin' 'bout he rich but barely is huh

Eight figures jumpin' off the stage into the kids huh

Yeah

Single out the shooter take the shooter to the blitz huh

Yeah

Droppin' out of school dropped deposit on their crib huh

Yeah

Poppin' out on Instagram I only post my b***h huh

I don't need your input get your two cents off my pic huh

Generation money type of money dyin' rich

And I wanna say "Shoutout to the dead now I flex" woah

Shoutout to the dead to the dead to the dead huh

Shoutout to the dead to the dead to the dead huh

Let's go

Shoutout to the dead to the dead to the dead huh

Let's go

Shoutout to the dead to the dead to the dead huh

One

I'm sick of you n***as not taking a risk

I'm taking advantage and taking my course

Kill 'em

I cannot compete with the mud in my system

My tolerance low I don't tolerate force

 

I protect I am the one

I rose up for the score

I gotta let my ego go

You n***as not ready to settle the war

Yeah

You n***as not ready to stop bein' h*es

You n***as not ready to open the doors

You n***as run in take off with the drawer

You n***as not really the richest on Forbes

You n***as not ready to deal with the sacrifices

And instead you're passin' the torch

And check the surveillance camera at the cemetery

See me dancin' on all of your corpse go

You could only have love

Ooh could I say it more

Could I say it more

Baby Keem:

 

Ayy E38

Got pulled over twice had to go and switch plates

 

B***h don't think s**t sweet

I'm the same Baby Keem in forty-eight states

 

I play charades with the bank

Just net ten million now I'm back with the Wraith

 

And I'm goin' home with the loot

 

Mama goin' home with a coupe

ROSALÍA/Baby Keem:

 

I'm a hot girl

 

A hot girl

 

I'm a hot girl

 

Make me lose my mind

A hot girl

Baby Keem:

 

I took the 'Lac then hopped on the flight

I cannot look towards your jaded advice

I took the torch I quit being nice

I took the torch now I gotta fight

You n***as impulsive quick to make moves

You're biting your flows a big appetite

I look at the h*es they not at your shows

I look at your shows they Oprah white

You gotta be nimble and quick like a fox

I don't move in silence this s**t is abrupt

I'm VVS-ed up precise in the cut

Did she get a nut

It's not about me

As long as you good don't worry 'bout me

I'm telling my friends that you not a freak

My new Nia Long is Kaepernick strong

And she not afraid to get on one knee

I'm back at the crib my memory deep

I think about mama I'm Baby Hykeem

She got that tatted before I could read

I'm spiritual now I pray in my sleep

Twenty years long I never had dad

My dad was a fraud I had to be tough

Twenty million ho that's not enough

Don't ask no questions b***h go add it up

I took the light to sacrifice

I sacrificed everything I need

I could probably f**k these b***hes in my sleep

Young n***a know the hustle and the Ps

Stressing 'bout money turned to other things

I was in uncle crib at fourteen

Can't get through to mama 'cause she'd rather drink

Facin' eviction by the thirteenth

I was fifteen I was sixteen

 

I was fifteen I was sixteen

 

I was fifteen I was sixteen

 

I was fifteen I was sixteen

ROSALÍA/Baby Keem:

 

I'm a hot girl

 

A hot girl

 

I'm a hot girl

 

Make me lose my mind

 

A hot girl