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Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)
Jazze Pha
Its a beatiful life, colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
Mannie singing off key
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
Jazze Pha
I'm a Tymer baby, all my s**t be designer baby, Its a beatiful life !
Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)
I roll through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the muth* fkin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigg* nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
fk the rap game cuz I still push birdies,
I'm hood rich b*tch, you know who I are,
They don't want to fk me they want to fk my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project b*tch from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some muth* fkin' pimps you b*tch,
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Verse 2 (Baby)
Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm holding my town, like a nigg* on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the back of the lac the nigg* played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fking killin'
I'm moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a billi killin b*tch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my nigg*,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight nigg*
A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my nigg*,
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Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)
Mannie Fresh
Yeah, got my root beer d*ckies on,
With my muth* fkin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant as* banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that b*tch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that s**t,
And I'm coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall,
Baby
I'm riding gangsta in a green mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you girls like "fk y'all haters" (fk y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your face,
And fk around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin'
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