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• Artiste: Flau'jae
• Titre: Came Out A Beast
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Yo, don't make the good girl go bad (It's big fo', the biggest fo') No, don't, if you don't really love it (Flau’jae and folk, let's go) (Dang, baby, that'd slay) Yeah, see the greatest? And really be cappin' now, see the hatred? I'll be beatin' the beat like Anita Baker And I'm stickin' the honey, she'd see the acres They're tryna be funny, I'm tryna get money I guess in the end, I'ma see ya later And I just wanna natty, that ain't for my daddy They seein' my face, man, I'm in the paper Man, I'm one of the onеs, you see the truth You don't gotta respond if you really know I camе up from the bottom and now I'm golden And I throw you the U, we like Shaq and Kobe We were ridin' in Nissan, blockin' like D-Line I'm goin' up and I cannot look behind Please do not call me, I'm probably gon' decline They think that I'm stoppin', I'm still goin' behind I did the impossible, break every obstacle Tryna get money, yeah, we comin' like D-Line When you get to the top, the hundreds don't stop And it is a must that I get it like Eli, yeah I got bread, I can get you a piece Keep a double, I feel like a Reese Ain't no trouble, I'm keepin' the peace It ain't mad, 'cause I came out the East They can't fathom, I came out a beast I'm my mama, I came out a beast At the top, I'm not lookin' beneath You're my dawg, we don't gotta compete Yeah, huh, all you gotta do is run that check-up and get paid They ain't believe it, nah, it got me, what-what, where? Yeah, I come from a place where you gotta go eat If you do it, I do you a product of me I don't did it again and I'm not in my P.A You gang, then we gang, and you ridin' with me I'm a millionaire and I don't got a degree I don't got me an addy, I got me a ring I ain't switchin' upsides, I'ma ride with my team Yeah, I ain't got nothin' to prove But I do get me somethin' to lose I won't stop, man, you got me confused 'Cause they keepin' my face on the news Yeah, yeah, man, I'm the biggest foe in the world If you workin' for this and they follow your lap Then you really got what you deserve, yeah And I go to LSU and I be reppin' it like I'm Joe Byrne When I slide in the Mazi, I gotta keep checkin', It gotta be third And ain't no more revenues, ain't no more talkin', and ain't no referrals They've been takin' my flow, they ain't givin' it back, gotta give me a burst I don't get scared, let me clutch my purse I'm the hottest rapper in the elite, a game inside a herd They hatin' in my own circle Gold, yellow, I got my own purple He's the greatest, we use that baby, she'd eat the babies Yeah, she'd eat the babies like she was craving I'm a half-dealer, I don't even play the key You on your B-day, happy belated, everyday D-day 'Cause I fuck a deal, the dreadlocks all blind like I'm Australian Reppin' at LSU like I'm Joe Byrne Sorry, not sorry, I'm tired of the sorrow In a Ferrari, we gotta get a lot of these niggas and Mexicans I'm like Renato, chain Big Bobby Diamonds be talkin', diamonds be sparklin' Like Coach Malky, I'm Big 5, that's Big 4 floggin' Life is a bitch, this bitch's so gorgeous, ooh You're my dawg, we ain't gotta compete And all of ya are just a product of me A B-9, I ain't got a degree Don't really care cause I'm a thousand degrees Put it in the air and the cloud in the breeze Loud as we, they holla and scream Diamonds gon' bling, they pop on screen Scream them cars, that chopper gon' ring Yellow Gold got my own purple Work the Draco till my arm hurt Better make sure your alarm workin' Put a halo on ya like a turban "I'm from New Orleans" means me right on bourbon We the baby and my diaper dirty Some dirty gang had to wipe my jersey Screamin' fuck the world like a virgin, lit, don't you? Mola, baby Big 4, Big 5, two times, pow-pow