Takeout* Lyrics – Baby Keem

[?] pulling [?] out
[?] wanna [?] in a takeout
Pictures of your safehouse
No, i swear to god i never been a hoe

Praise on [?] show
[?] brothers look identical
In this sh#t, smelling chemicals
Momma know my nose clean

In the [?], calling dope fiends
How to put ’em in a throw scene
I heard he was rigged, see him fallin’
Stick the waist out

[?] frenzing, it’s a chaseout
When i’m underpressure, put escape out
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Baby Keem Lyrics – Takeout*

Baby Keem

Takeout*