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He hasn't slept in probably, uh, seven days Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah) African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient (Woo) Wait a minute, run that shit back, that new Baby Keem, fool Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah) African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient My bitch at the crib, she blowin' me up I know she don't want me to be here Had thoughts about havin' a civil relationship But that can't happen if she here (She here) Overseas, I need emergencies (Emergencies) Overseas, I need emergencies (Emergencies) I used to be at my mama house dreamin' the SVR racin' through quarantine I'm fresh out the gut, you never believe it I feel like the 'hood prima donna I slid on these opp in a Honda Letras de cancionesThen jumped off the stage at The Fonda (Uh) My manager yellin' at me, I called her, "Dramatic" I think that I'll let her have it I got my ear to the back of them, back of them streets Unbearable habits My name is Hykeem and I move through the building as if I was destined to grasp it I'm dodgin' the drugs but havin' the women 'cause I am the son of an— I took all my hoes to Aspen Fuckin' all night need an Asprin Bitch, I am the one, who you askin'? Yeah, these hoes might get naked Mad at myself, I ain't make it Baby Keem way too impatient (Yeah) African-Americans and Blasians Maybe a little bit Haitian Baby Keem way too impatient From Letras Mania