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Flau'jae - Came Out A Beast Lyrics



Flau'jae - Came Out A Beast Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]

(Don't make the good girls go bad, no) yeah
Know it's Big 4, the biggest 4 (whoa, whoa, yeah)
(Don't) Flau'jae
Big 4 (if you don't really love her)
Let's go (Dollababy, that's the name)

Yeah, see the greatest
They really be cappin', I see the hatred
I be beatin' the beat like Anita Baker
And I'm stackin' the hundreds, you see the acres
They tryna be funny, I'm tryna get money
I guess in the end, I'ma see you later (on God)
And I just won a natty, did it for my daddy
They seein' my face, man, I'm in the paper
Man, I'm one of them ones, you see the trophy (let's go)
You don't gotta respond if you really know me (no, no)
I came up from the bottom and now I'm goated (GOAT, whoa)
And I throw you the oop, we like Shaq and Kobe
We was ridin' the Nissan, blockin' like D-line
I'm goin' up and I cannot look behind (let's go)
Please do not call me, I'm probably gon' decline
They thinkin' I'm stoppin', I'm still goin' beyond
I done did the impossible, break every obstacle
Tryna get money, yeah, we comin' like Deion
When you get to the top, the hundreds don't stop
And it is a must that I get it like Elon, yeah
I got bread, I can get you a piece (I can)
Keep a double, I feel like I'm Reese
Ain't no trouble, I'm keepin' the peace (on God)
And they mad 'cause I came out the East (out the East)
They can't fathom, I came out a beast (on God)
Out my mama, I came out a beast (yeah)
At the top, I'm not lookin' beneath
You my dawg, we don't gotta compete
Yeah, huh (we don't gotta compete)
All you gotta do is run that check up and get paid
They ain't believe it, now I got me one more win
Yeah, I come from a place where you gotta go eat
If you do what I do, you a product of me
I done did it again and I'm not at my peak
If you gang, then we gang and you ridin' for me
I'm a millionaire and I don't got a degree
I done got me a natty, I got me a ring
I ain't switchin' up sides, I'ma ride with my team
Yeah, yeah, I ain't got nothin' to prove
But I do got 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 4 in the world (Big 4)
If you workin' for this and it fall in your lap
Then you really got what you deserve
Yeah, and I go to LSU and I be reppin' it like I'm Joe Burrow (yeah)
(Like I'm Joe, who?)
When I slide in the Masi', I gotta keep checkin' it
Gotta be thorough (when I slide in the coupe)
And ain't no more revenues, ain't no more talkin'
And ain't no referrals (ain't givin' referrals)
They been takin' my flow, they ain't givin' it back
Gotta get reimbursed (I need that)
Yeah, I don't get scared, let me clutch my pearls (nah)
I'm the hottest rapper in it (you know how that go)
Leave the game inside a hearse (yeah)
They hatin' in my own circle (your own circle)
Gold, yellow, I got my own purple (got her own purple)

(Don't)
(If you don't really love her)
(Dollababy, that's the name)
(Don't)

Uh, he the greatest
Weezy F. Baby, she eat the babies
Yeah, she eat the babies like she was cravin'
I'm the hair trigger, y'all need to shave me
I'ma have dinner, don't even plate it
Kill you on your B-day, happy belated
Every day D-Day 'cause I f*ck her daily
Dreadlocks all blonde like I'm Australian
Reppin' at LSU like I'm Joe Burrow
Sorry, not sorry, I'm tired of the sorrow
In the Ferrari, Bugatti, Gallardo
These niggas is Mexicans, I'm like Ronaldo
Chain big ballin', diamonds be talkin'
Diamonds be sparklin' like Coach Mulkey
I'm Big 5, that's Big 4, Flau'jae
Life is a bitch, this bitch so gorgeous, ooh
You my dawg, we ain't gotta compete
And all of y'all just a product of me
A billionaire and I ain't got a degree
Don't really care 'cause I'm a thousand degrees
Put it in the air, in the cloud, in the breeze
Loud-ass weed, it holler and scream
Diamonds gon' bling, they pop on screen
Screen them calls, that chopper gon' ring
Yellow, gold, got my own purple
Work the Draco 'til my arm hurtin'
Better make sure your alarm workin'
Put a halo on you like a turban
I'm from New Orleans, meet me right on Bourbon
Weezy Baby and my diaper dirty
It's a dirty game, had to wipe my jersey
Screamin' f*ck the world like a virgin, Lil Tunechi

Mula, baby
Yeah, Big 4, Big 5
Two times, pah-pah

(Don't make the good girls go bad, no)
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(Don't make the good girls go bad, no) yeah
Know it's Big 4, the biggest 4 (whoa, whoa, yeah)
(Don't) Flau'jae
Big 4 (if you don't really love her)
Let's go (Dollababy, that's the name)

Yeah, see the greatest
They really be cappin', I see the hatred
I be beatin' the beat like Anita Baker
And I'm stackin' the hundreds, you see the acres
They tryna be funny, I'm tryna get money
I guess in the end, I'ma see you later (on God)
And I just won a natty, did it for my daddy
They seein' my face, man, I'm in the paper
Man, I'm one of them ones, you see the trophy (let's go)
You don't gotta respond if you really know me (no, no)
I came up from the bottom and now I'm goated (GOAT, whoa)
And I throw you the oop, we like Shaq and Kobe
We was ridin' the Nissan, blockin' like D-line
I'm goin' up and I cannot look behind (let's go)
Please do not call me, I'm probably gon' decline
They thinkin' I'm stoppin', I'm still goin' beyond
I done did the impossible, break every obstacle
Tryna get money, yeah, we comin' like Deion
When you get to the top, the hundreds don't stop
And it is a must that I get it like Elon, yeah
I got bread, I can get you a piece (I can)
Keep a double, I feel like I'm Reese
Ain't no trouble, I'm keepin' the peace (on God)
And they mad 'cause I came out the East (out the East)
They can't fathom, I came out a beast (on God)
Out my mama, I came out a beast (yeah)
At the top, I'm not lookin' beneath
You my dawg, we don't gotta compete
Yeah, huh (we don't gotta compete)
All you gotta do is run that check up and get paid
They ain't believe it, now I got me one more win
Yeah, I come from a place where you gotta go eat
If you do what I do, you a product of me
I done did it again and I'm not at my peak
If you gang, then we gang and you ridin' for me
I'm a millionaire and I don't got a degree
I done got me a natty, I got me a ring
I ain't switchin' up sides, I'ma ride with my team
Yeah, yeah, I ain't got nothin' to prove
But I do got 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 4 in the world (Big 4)
If you workin' for this and it fall in your lap
Then you really got what you deserve
Yeah, and I go to LSU and I be reppin' it like I'm Joe Burrow (yeah)
(Like I'm Joe, who?)
When I slide in the Masi', I gotta keep checkin' it
Gotta be thorough (when I slide in the coupe)
And ain't no more revenues, ain't no more talkin'
And ain't no referrals (ain't givin' referrals)
They been takin' my flow, they ain't givin' it back
Gotta get reimbursed (I need that)
Yeah, I don't get scared, let me clutch my pearls (nah)
I'm the hottest rapper in it (you know how that go)
Leave the game inside a hearse (yeah)
They hatin' in my own circle (your own circle)
Gold, yellow, I got my own purple (got her own purple)

(Don't)
(If you don't really love her)
(Dollababy, that's the name)
(Don't)

Uh, he the greatest
Weezy F. Baby, she eat the babies
Yeah, she eat the babies like she was cravin'
I'm the hair trigger, y'all need to shave me
I'ma have dinner, don't even plate it
Kill you on your B-day, happy belated
Every day D-Day 'cause I f*ck her daily
Dreadlocks all blonde like I'm Australian
Reppin' at LSU like I'm Joe Burrow
Sorry, not sorry, I'm tired of the sorrow
In the Ferrari, Bugatti, Gallardo
These niggas is Mexicans, I'm like Ronaldo
Chain big ballin', diamonds be talkin'
Diamonds be sparklin' like Coach Mulkey
I'm Big 5, that's Big 4, Flau'jae
Life is a bitch, this bitch so gorgeous, ooh
You my dawg, we ain't gotta compete
And all of y'all just a product of me
A billionaire and I ain't got a degree
Don't really care 'cause I'm a thousand degrees
Put it in the air, in the cloud, in the breeze
Loud-ass weed, it holler and scream
Diamonds gon' bling, they pop on screen
Screen them calls, that chopper gon' ring
Yellow, gold, got my own purple
Work the Draco 'til my arm hurtin'
Better make sure your alarm workin'
Put a halo on you like a turban
I'm from New Orleans, meet me right on Bourbon
Weezy Baby and my diaper dirty
It's a dirty game, had to wipe my jersey
Screamin' f*ck the world like a virgin, Lil Tunechi

Mula, baby
Yeah, Big 4, Big 5
Two times, pah-pah

(Don't make the good girls go bad, no)
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Writer: Flau'jae Monae Johnson, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Flau'jae
Featuring: Lil Wayne
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Flau'jae Monae Johnson, Dwayne Carter

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