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