Beautiful Lyrics - Seen It All: The Autobiography - Young Jeezy

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 figured I'd die 

Foreign bitch, no lie 

Man, that bitch beautiful 

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Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions 

Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls 

Merci 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 

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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 Phantoms and Mazis 

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 

My Chevrolet a seven trey 

Dade Country 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 

Tip...toein' 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 arts