No Love Beautiful Life Nondirty lyrics

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life, (I got) colourful ice, (and I got) flyest of WHOO, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I`m a Tymer baby, all my shhh be designer baby, Its a beautiful 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 lime green button and the TV`s fold,
Out the top of the dash, shawty all in my stash,
Go on and show a lil` something when I kick her her some cash,
I`m Mannie Fresh brizzle, represent the `S`,
Cash Money Records playa nothing but the best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30`s,
I got the rap game and I still push ------,
Still hood rich pimp, you know who I are,
They don`t want to skeet me they want to skeet my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight,
Ya dude push -------, Birdman push ------,
And its so incredible the things he does,
Take a project chick from where she was,
Clean her life up, wife her just because,
We some supa dupa pimps you dig? (yeahhh)

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
------ ----- when we moving these ----,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I`m holding my town, like a pitcher 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 ----- played all good,
I`m on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon` be another feelin`
I`m moving around uptown this how its going down,
I`m coming thru the hood for a ----- yup,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with shorty on a motorbike, and she chillin
That ghetto life, with the scars from bars it`s a pain, another feelin`
A million in cash in the back of the dash in every ghetto, every city

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh & Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my photogenic, diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these fits, with some top-notched, braids-out project chicks,
I`m ---- boy fresh, I mean that thurr,
Thats gators on my waiter when he pulling that churr,
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 stuff on my hip,
Bootin` up at you cats like `What`s up, playa?`
So get straight or get this stuff in your face,
And mess around and be a whole nother feeling,
In the sky blue bentley, 23`s they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin`

[Chorus X2]
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