Here’s the lyrics of the song Lost Souls by Baby Keem.
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It’s a lot of hoes in here, lot of lost soulsWhole group of dime bitches and they in VogueTryna find me a bitch that no one knowsI’m tryna find me a bitch that no one knowsYou see that bitch right there, she fucked OVOYou see that bitch right there, she fucked RomeoTryna find me a bitch that no one knowsI’m tryna find me a bitch that no one knows
Jumpin’ out the coupe, pullin’ out smoothI’m not afraid to lose, I’ll put you on the newsTitties on the FaceTime, let ’em outBlock him, erase him, let me knowShawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to goWhen I put you in the latest, make sure he know
I’m quick to book a flight, I’m not new to the gameThat pussy gettin’ tame, go public on the lamesI bought it, say that name, Alexander McQueenRolex, whoa, whoa, heart on frozeTip my toes, it’s hard out here, I’ve hit my lowsYou’re leveragin’ the bagYour best friend was trash, trash, trashGet gone like The Flash, Flash, FlashLet’s add and subtract, mathI see that you look at these VV-VVsLet’s get you a piece for me
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I know that you kiss and tell
Who’s someone that we can tell?You need a real nigga in your lifeI come in like a thief in the nightTwo phones, I’m the stereotypeMama know me, I’m picky who I likeThere’s not a fake bitch in sightCome in like a thief in the night
Sixteen missed callsSorry, I was busy, but I missed you (text me when I’m coming home)If you see me ballin’ then my bitch ballAll my niggas ballin’ like I’m Rich PaulSkrrt off in the Audi, I’ma lift offAll your bitches do pilates when you’re rich, dawgSo if she can’t pop a squat then that’s a rip-offKeep the CDG, y’all niggas ripped off (off, off)And your nigga better not think that he the only one (only one, only one)That nigga match his fitted with some Jordan 1s (yeah, yeah)If it ain’t Issey then miss meNUWO with HublotsGot a bad bitch with Chrome toesAnd we shoot movies, not photosShe not in it for the fameNobody know her name
Jumpin’ out the coupe, pullin’ out smoothI’m not afraid to loseI’ll put you on the newsTitties on the FaceTime, let ’em outBlock him, erase him, let me knowShawty hop in that Bentayga, it’s time to goWhen I put you in the latest, make sure he know
Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babeYeah, I know it’s hard, babeBut I’m still on your side, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeI know it’s hard, babeI stay by your side babe
Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babePlease show me a sign, babe, wish I had more time, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeBusy all the time, babe, too late to reply, babePut me to the test, we young but we pay billsPlease don’t make a mess, I don’t do good with spillsLately, I been stressed (been deep in a drill)No regrets when it’s real
Alright, babe, ooh, alright, babeYeah, I know it’s hard, babeBut I’m still on your side, babeAlright, babe, alright, babeI know it’s hard, babeIt’s alright
Songwriters: Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr. / Jahaan Sweet / Michee Patrick Lebrun / Ruchaun Maurice Akers Jr.
lost souls lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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