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Beautiful Life (feat. Action Bronson & Joey Bada$$)
Statik Selektah
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A-a-ayo A-a-ayo Yeah-yeah Statik Selektah Ayo It's the one-two checker, yacht triple decker Set up the shop, I touch the ceiling on my test run, legends (Ah) All praises through but, I'm the next one, VVS on my neck and wrist (Woo) I'm up in Webster wearing Teflon (Ah) Your shit stepped on (Ah), my shit exon (AH) I bust the product off the right, it's in my left arm (Woo) You see the westside doom, I got the best charm (Mmm) You hear some gunshots baby don't be alarmed (Grr, grrr) You know I'm the flyest nigga you seen before (Woo) Cherry two door baby (Skrrt) Bad bitch got a tre pound in the kelly (Ah) Scenery would turn your life white if you let me (Mmm) Gisueppe, white tip-toes lookin' sexy (Woo) Your ex nigga doin' too much, I might stretch him (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom) Paradin', AMG, stay on my A's and B's (Skrrt), P's and Q's I'm the illest don't get confused, baby (Uh-uh) Don't get confused, I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha) Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap), you don't know what that cook like (Woo) Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag, you don't know what that look like Uh, ayo, who's that peekin' through my window? Another pretty bimbo tryna skrt in the Benzo Gettin' money, pals in styles, they down ten toes Rockin' Prada in Paris, this ain't the Poconos (Uh-uh) We Usain Bolt runnin' the culture, yeah, we hold the gold (Yeah-yeah) The blick silver, the bullet bronze The millions all we want, don't be the next fool I pull it on (Haha) Was droppin' checks in the chase, now I do songs Got the sauce, grey poupon's (Uh-huh), streets the new don Guitar suit on (Uh), you weird niggas too long fool (Haha) Steppin' on whatever you gon' do Your album cover got the print of my shoe (That shit trash) It's Flygod, the dimes dyin' a screw She said she love me, I'm in love with me too We share the same views She told I'm the one, I said "Baby, that ain't news" (Uh-uh) Tell me somethin' I don't know If it's really real, tap my logo Don't get confused, I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha) Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap), you don't know what that cook like (Woo) Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag, you don't know what that look like (What else? Hahaha, Badmon) Ayo, I like my bitch a little ghetto with class Stayin' in new stilettos, keep a Birkin bag just to stash the metal (Brrr) Lip gloss poppin' at us, we be on another level Love language quality time, she got a newer bezel Ballin' like NBA, pull up, we can run the play These days gotta put these hoes on the NDA (Shh) Playin' with her private in public, my type of PDA We could fly private, hit the plane, skip the TSA Keep a couple sticks in the bag, ain't talkin' PGA I might put a hole in one (Brrr), had to let you hold the gun I could never kiss and tell if the cat got my tongue Told her hit me on the cell any time she wanna-, uh (Shh-shh) Brooklyn be the bubble that they know me from I'm a only son, daddy first one Said she never took a trip to Pari', this her first one Nine figures on the wall, got lil' baby so sprung (Ah) Told her even Mona had to sit still to be worth sum' Don't get confused (Yeah), I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre (That's right) I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Tick-tick-tick-tick; Grrr, ahaha) Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap), you don't know what that cook like (Woo) Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag, you don't know what that look like
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