Beama (feat. Shenseea)

Lola Brooke

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    Don't you ever bring scared business to me
    You're lookin' at the toughest rassclaat Jamaican in the United States of America

    Ah Shenseea
    Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
    Grass green but mi still hustle fi make it greener
    More cheese pon mi bread, it look like pizza
    VVS so cold, straight out of my freezer
    Me nuh play, like the dealers, top shottas and squeezers
    Me nuh talk to bum bitch bottom feeders
    Hot head fever, top model diva
    Pop bottles, we the champion
    Handle the ball like Kyrie
    I be main dish, you the side piece
    Lipstick red like a Ferrari
    You gon' make me flash on a bitch like paparazzi
    I'm too fly to crash out, but fuck it, kamikaze

    Shenseea
    Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
    Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (Bzz)

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    My outfit a murder, it's a felony
    Bitches all in my business without an LLC
    Man, I do this shit for practice
    Sonned so many bitches, I might put 'em on my taxes
    Caribbean Serena with the racket
    I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches 'cause they ratchet
    Dem a real bloodclaat, man mascot
    Can't start beef 'cause the water run deep
    I got the type of money that can put ya six feet
    Count myself to sleep in ten thousand dollar sheets
    Bitches look like lunch, say ya grace, let's eat (Big gator)
    Let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    What's beef? (What's beef? Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Say ya grace, let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Let's eat

    Grrt, set, go
    Never speak on business, it's supposed to be disclosed
    He gon' get—
    For trolling on my post
    Man, fuck these ho ass niggas
    I been fuckin' on the roads (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    It ain't a plane, it's Lola (Uh-uh)
    Runnin' over feelings with a Rover
    Totin' up the toaster
    Even D1 players couldn't hold up
    Body like milk, nah, coca' (Uh, grrah)
    Uh, I can hear your heartbeat (Heartbeat)
    Hitters move faster than your heart beat
    Ain't none of they sins gon' haunt me
    I'm a ill ass bitch (Bad gyal)
    Got 'em guzzlin' the hot shit

    Shenseea
    Drop Double R, fuck a Bimmer
    Lick a shot like trigger finger, I'ma stinger (Bzz, bzz)

    Let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    What's beef? (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
    Say ya grace, let's eat (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

    Información de la canción

    Composición: London On Da Track, King Los, Philip Cornish, Shenseea, Dizzycleanface, Dready, Lola Brooke y Julius Darrington

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