Range Brothers Lyrics – Baby

Range Brothers 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 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 Hid? Behind The Shades I See Right Through It
You Ain’t Stand Up On Your Word Th?n 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 “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

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

Written by: Baby Keem , Kendrick Lamar

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