Beautiful

Album: Seen It All (2014)
  • I got a bad bitch from Vogue
    Told her strike a pose
    Step to the side and look at them thighs
    That bitch beautiful
    I got a Lambo, two doors
    Two seaters, two hoes
    Yokohamas, no Vogues
    Man, that bitch beautiful
    Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
    2-mile-long driveway
    Man, that ho beautiful
    I got a condo up in the sky
    'Fore I fake it, I'd die
    Foreign bitch, no lie
    Man, that bitch beautiful

    Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
    Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
    Murci in my garage, course it is supercharged
    Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage
    Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
    Suede headliner, all that whip in china
    I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
    Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
    Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
    The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
    Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
    Touched them keys with both hands?
    If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
    Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
    Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
    Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody

    I got a bad bitch from Vogue
    Told her strike a pose
    Step to the side and look at them thighs
    That bitch beautiful
    I got a Lambo, two doors
    Two seaters, two hoes
    Yokohamas, no Vogues
    Man, that bitch beautiful
    Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
    2-mile-long driveway
    Man, that ho beautiful
    I got a condo up in the sky
    'Fore I fake it, I'd die
    Foreign bitch, no lie
    Man, that bitch beautiful

    Mirror, mirror, in my garage
    Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
    Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantom's and Mazi's
    Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
    Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
    Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
    That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
    Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
    Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
    Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
    Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
    Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
    Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
    Fuckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
    Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
    Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom

    I keep me a jet model
    Keep a black bottle
    Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
    That bitch beautiful
    Keep some rose gold on my arm
    Bottle of Avion
    FNH with the drum
    Man, that bitch beautiful
    Baby girl she out of Broward
    Smoove with powder
    Tats on her neck, straight checks
    That bitch beautiful
    I got a condo up in the sky
    'Fore I figured I'd die
    Foreign bitch, no lie
    Man, that bitch beautiful

    My Chevrolet a seven trey
    Dade County dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
    I hustle everyday
    We squashed the beef to get the money
    We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
    My killers in the lobby
    Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!)
    Execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
    200 squares for the same ticket
    Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
    Tiptoein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
    I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
    Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
    Fuck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
    Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga, I just want the drop
    First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
    Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
    Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
    Ugh! Beautiful, are my odds

    I got a bad bitch from Vogue
    Told her strike a pose
    Step to the side and look at them thighs
    That bitch beautiful
    I got a Lambo, two doors
    Two seaters, two hoes
    Yokohamas, no Vogues
    Man, that bitch beautiful
    Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
    2-mile-long driveway
    Man, that ho beautiful
    I got a condo up in the sky
    'Fore I fake it, I'd die
    Foreign bitch, no lie
    Man, that bitch beautiful Writer/s: Maurice Jordan, Alain Michael Henri Mion, Jay W. Jenkins, William Leonard Roberts, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Byron Keith Forest Ii
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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