Beautiful Lie - Rick Ross

Uh, love that smoke and that fellacio
Ah, she make my dreams come true
Shawty make my dreams come true

I seen her in the pretty car
I seen her pretty ponytail
When she pulled up to the crib
I seen her pretty pair of heels
So I hit her with my street game
No, I never ever say my name
I did hit her with the phone number
But looking in her eyes, recognize when I run up on you
Pull her shirt, once again, shawty with this work
I'm a different type of nigga coming from the dirt
Big truck, bruised up, sucking on her neck
Need a nigga to invest so I wrote a cheque
My dick rock hard baby seeing your success
Freaky nigga pull a yacht, fucking on the deck
She said I ate her pussy, if I did then I forgot

Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
Or was it a beautiful lie?
If I ate her pussy then I forgot
She told me a beautiful lie
Shawty told me a beautiful lie
Shawty told me a beautiful lie
And that's something she'd do a lot

Shawty told me she were twenty-two
I'm the perfect type a nigga just to run into
305, chillin' for a month or two
Five star condo to feel comfortable
[?]
[?], baby let your fur hang
[?]
Took her shopping she was slacking on her purse game
Blowing 20 then I'm out
Not outta money just let the driver know when to bounce
Stop by [?] for the crab cakes
Lap dance by a bitch who still on back page
Walking through the door and everybody know her name
Dirty game, baby girl, a familiar face
She say the way I make her feel, she wanna change her life

Or is it a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
She told me a beautiful lie
Nigga name in the sky till the day I die

You don't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
You don't believe yourself, I know that
You don't believe yourself
Beautiful lie, lie
Beautiful lie
(we believe in what we wanna believe)
You ain't gotta lie no more
You ain't gotta lie
([?] legend, Ralph)

Kick game, what you sayin'? What's your name baby?
To meet the favor, get your legs out the way and uh
I'm getting chains but I do not change
Or I got wet chains [?] baby
Fifty shades of black white and one night
Put an arch in your back I'm run it in your life
When your man don't be right
Why have a Coke can, when you can have some Dom P right
Yeah, it's only right, double M is intact
No hyperbole either, it's gonna hurt when I'm working those thighs
Screaming, thinking I'm doing permanent damage
And I leave, and you breathe like you was running some track
Breath, breath, something to catch
Couldn't catch ya tongue, while you cum you catching the [?]
Catch these, catch O's, catch 'em again
Then I wake up in the morning like fuck am I at?
Huh? Where the fuck am I at?
Hey, yeah, where the fuck am I at?
What the fuck did we do?
Shoulda tell your friend to come through
Mmm, where the fuck am I at?
Where the fuck am I at?
What the fuck did we do?

You ain't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
(Beautiful lies to me)
Beautiful lie
(Beautiful lies to me)
It's alright, beautiful lies to me
Beautiful lies to me, to me, to me
You ain't gotta lie no more
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Beautiful lie
Artist: Rick Ross
Title: Beautiful Lie