Rot Ken - Beautiful lyrics

You think them blues beautiful (Huh)
Don't recognize, who is you? (Huh)
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that
Motherfuckin' beat? Ah, nah
You ain't make that motherfucker)
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
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I don't recognize, who is you?

She said that she never did it before
This bitch gave me head under covers
You know that that stick, it
Ain't got no safеty
That bitch don't belong in no rubber
(Brrroaw) i might let it rain, I might
Lеt 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 say that she jealous
She don't want me with her
I keep me a berretta, hit out the window
Mama look, you raised a star
I did my thing, I played my part
She said them blues beautiful
Don't recognize, who is you?
I got too many hoes, you gotta choose
I'm rockin' Balenci's, them better shoes

I'm goin' off, I took a loss
I did it wrong, now I did it right
Mama your son, he seventeen
But he handling 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 under covers
You know that that stick, it
Ain't got no safety
That bitch don't belong in no rubber
(Brrroaw) 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 say that she jealous
She don't want me with her
I keep me a berretta, hit out the window
Mama look, you raised a star
I did my thing, 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
(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 pink
My shirt clean and my jeans tight
Mama always on me, I don't eat right
I've been tryna rack all this money up
(Yeah) niggas jokin'
I can't tell what's funny though
I could make that ho rain
When it's sunny out
Bitch, I could make you feel pain
If you want it all
How could you blame me? I wanted 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 on the coke, oh, she snort? Oh my God

She said that she never did it before
This bitch gave me head under covers
You know that that stick, it
Ain't got no safety
That bitch don't belong in no rubber
(Brrroaw) 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 say that she jealous
She don't want me with her
I keep me a berretta, hit out the window
Mama look, you raised a star
I did my thing, 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) hahaha, Nick, you're stupid
Better shoes original now, I'm one-of-one
Original one, I'm one-of-one i pop out in
I pop out the cut and I get 'em up
(Get 'em)