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Beautiful (feat. SoFaygo)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SoFaygo
SoFaygo
Vocals
Rot Ken
Rot Ken
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Burt
Andre Burt
Songwriter
Dondre Moore
Dondre Moore
Composer
John Carolus
John Carolus
Composer
Nicholas Mira
Nicholas Mira
Composer
Kenneth Maurice La’Troy Williams
Songwriter
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Composer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Neeko Baby
Neeko Baby
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Paryo
Paryo
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
jetsonmade
jetsonmade
Producer

Lyrics

You think them blues beautiful (huh) Don't recognize, who is you? (Huh) Don't recognize, who is you? (Go) She think them blues beautiful Don't recognize, who is you? You gettin' that money, she say that you gorgeous I don't recognize, who is you? She said that she never did it before This bitch gave me head on her covers And I got that stick It ain't got no safety, that bitch don't belong on no road (brrrah) I might let it rain, I might let it rain on your block, boy She said she like when I hit from the back She callin' her friend, need back up But now she says that she jealous, she don't want me with her I keep me a berretta, heat out in winter Mama look, create a star I did my thing, I played my part She said them blues beautiful Don't recognize, who is you? (Wow) I got too many hoes, you gotta choose (wow) I'm rockin' Balenci's, them better shoes (go) I'm goin' off, I took a loss, I did it wrong, now I did it right My mama's son, he's 17, but he handle shit like a grown man I got 'em gone, it was out of love It ain't cost a buck, but it took your life He talkin' 'bout that he want it up When you say it's up then it's stuck for life No, I ain't coppin' no plea, I'ma take it to trial If it's smoke, then a nigga gon' die If you talkin' 'bout that love, then check on that hoe 'Cause I just had her open her mouth Better not kiss her, you better blow wishes Got two different shawties and two different tears fell out of my eyes You know I don't like to cry She said that she never did it before This bitch gave me head on her covers And I got that stick It ain't got no safety, that bitch don't belong on no road (brrrah) I might let it rain, I might let it rain on your block, boy She said she like when I hit from the back She callin' her friend, need back up But now she says that she jealous, she don't want me with her I keep me a berretta, heat out in winter Mama look, create a star I did my thang, I played my part She said them blues beautiful (beautiful) Don't recognize, who is you? (Who is you?) I got too many hoes, you gotta choose I'm rockin' Balenci's, them better shoes Knew it was up when they told me it was a green light Had to cut them hoes off, it didn't seem right I've been tryna stack up, get my team right My hair clean, my shirt clean and my jean tight Mama always on me, I don't eat right (bitch) I've been tryna rack all this money up (yeah) Niggas jokin', I can't tell what's funny though I can make that ho rain when it sunny up Bitch, I can make you feel pain if you want it all Could you blame me? I want it more I'ma skrrt out the lot, in that 'Ventador (No, no) She don't love me, like chores, no I don't communicate with dorks She in the cut, oh, she snort Oh my God She said that she never did it before This bitch gave me head on her covers And I got that stick It ain't got no safety, that bitch don't belong on no road (brrrah) I might let it rain, I might let it rain on your block, boy She said she like when I hit from the back She callin' her friend, need back up But now she says that she jealous, she don't want me with her I keep me a berretta, heat out in winter Mama look, create a star I did my thang, I played my part She said them blues beautiful (beautiful) Don't recognize, who is you? (Who is you?) I got too many hoes, you gotta choose I'm rockin' Balenci's, them better shoes (better shoes) Better shoes Original now, I'm one-of-one Original one, I'm one-of-one I pop out in doings, it's hunnid I pop out the cut and I get 'em up (get 'em)
Writer(s): Tahj Morgan, Dondre Moore, Andre Dontrel Burt, Parker Douglas Young, Nick Mira, Kenneth Maurice La'troy Williams, John Michael Luther Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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