Baby Keem 16 Missed Calls Lyrics (Lost Souls Lyrics)

Song: Lost Souls
Singer: Baby Keem & Brent Faiyaz
Lyrics: Che Ecru, Jahaan Sweet, Scott Bridgeway, Brent Faiyaz & Baby Keem
Music: Beach Noise, Jake The Snake, Che Ecru, Baby Keem, Jahaan Sweet & Scott Bridgeway
Album: The Melodic Blue (2021)
Label: Baby Keem
Genre: English Songs

It’s a lot of hoes in here, lot of lost souls
Whole group of dime b*tchs and they in Vogue
Tryna find me a b*tch that no one knows
I’m tryna find me a b*tch that no one knows
You see that b*tch right there, she f*cked OVO
You see that b*tch right there, she f*cked Romeo
Tryna find me a b*tch that no one knows
I’m tryna find me a b*tch that no one knows

All Star Lyrics – Smash Mouth | Astro Lounge

Jumpin’ out the coupe
Pullin’ out smooth
I’m not afraid to lose
I’ll put you on the news
Tities on the FaceTime, let ’em out
Block him, erase him, let me know
Shawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to go
Whеn I put you in the latest, make surе he know

I’m quick to book a flight, I’m not new to the game
That pusy gettin’ tame, go public on the lames
I bought it, say that name, Alexander McQ Q Q Queen
Rolex, woah, heart on froze
Ten white toes
It’s hot out here, I’ve hit my lows
Your leverage in the back
Your best friend was trash, trash, trash
Get gone like The Flash, Flash, Flash
Let’s add and subtract, math
I see that you look at these VV-VVs
Let’s get you a piece for me

Circles Lyrics – Post Malone (English & Espanol)

I know that you kiss and tell
Who’s someone that we can tell?
You need a real niga in your life
I come in like a thief in the night
Two phones, I’m the stereotype
Mama know me, I’m picky who I like
There’s not a fake b*tch in sight
Come in like a thief in the night
(Hold up, where my phone?)

Sixteen missed calls
Sorry, I was busy, but I missed you (Miss me when I’m coming home)
If you see me ballin’ then my b*tch ball
All my nigas ballin’ like I’m Rich Paul
Skrrt off in the Audi (Whip), I’ma lift off (Whip, whip)
All your b*tchs do pilates when you’re rich, dawg
So if she can’t pop a squat, then that’s a rip-off
Keep the CDG, y’all nigas ripped off (Oh)
And your niga better not think that he the only one (Ooh, ooh, only one)
That niga match his fitted with some Jordan 1s (Yeah, yeah)
If it ain’t Issey, then miss me
NUWO with Hublots
Bad b*tch with Chrome toes
And we shoot movies, not photos
She not in it for the fame
Nobody know her name

Jumpin’ out the coupe
Pullin’ out smooth
I’m not afraid to lose
I’ll put you on the news
Tities on the FaceTime, let ’em out
Block him, erase him, let me know
Shawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to go
When I put you in the latest, make sure he know

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babe
Yeah, I know it’s hard, babe
But I’m still on your side, babe
Alright, babe, alright, babe
I know it’s hard, babe
Stay by your side babe

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babe
Please show me a sign, babe, wish I had more time, babe
Alright, babe, alright, babe
Busy all the time, babe, too late to reply, babe
Put me to the test, we young but we pay bills
Please don’t make a mess, I don’t do good with spills
Lately, I been stressed (Been deep in a drill)
No regrets when it’s real

Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babe
Yeah, I know it’s hard, babe
But I’m still on your side, babe
Alright, babe, alright, babe
I know it’s hard, babe
It’s alright