BEAUTIFUL – Qveen Herby

Beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
All ya flaws are perfect
You should let ’em show
The things I love the most
I dunno what you see, but I see all of ya beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
You da’ bomb
Don’t listen to the stupid hoes who try and bring you down
Jus’ say, “Whateva’.” Keep flauntin’ fo’ all to see it

People talk shit when they be feelin’ insignificant
Chronic through the nerves, they don’t care who gets hurt
Bitch, I love the way your nose curve
Love you wit’ no makeup on chillin’ in your sweatpants
Tell ’em they be buggin’ your hole
And they probably jus’ scared of you
Shit, you da’ dopest, mama, don’ eva’ forget
Girl, you know this
Middle finger in the air, tell ’em to be gone
Focus and set on your dreams, betta believe you’re

Beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
All ya flaws are perfect
You should let ’em show
The things I love the most
I dunno what you see, but I see all of ya beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
You da’ bomb
Don’t listen to the stupid hoes who try and bring you down
Jus’ say, “Whateva’.” Keep flauntin’ fo’ all to see it

People spend a whole lot of time tryna tear you down
You jus’ count yo’ plaques and let ’em stay mad
They can’t stand to see you out here slayin’
You’re doin’ amazing
It would drive you crazy too, whoa
Super models got nothin’ on you, nothin’ on you
They ain’t got originality or your boss moves
See, when you’re one of a kind, they can’t define you
And if you eva’ forget, I can remind you

Beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
All ya flaws are perfect
You should let ’em show
The things I love the most
I dunno what you see, but I see all of ya beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
You da’ bomb
Don’t listen to the stupid hoes who try to bring you down
Jus’ say, “Whateva’.” Keep flauntin’ fo’ all to see it

Deep breath, I get too mad
I think about these douche bags tryna’ cheat you
Tryna’ sink you, but don’t stress, bitch
I see you, gettin’ bags like a mother fuckin’ pimp
Runnin’ round town, wavin’ on the whip
Had these assholes wishin’ we were friends
Throwin’ parties that they cannot get in
See, on your way up again we can do major things
Where did I go? Cuz I spit major game
They shoulda’ known they would be major flames
I been loosin’ my mind in this ash tray
Si-sittin’ in Jacuzzi, heat got me woozy
I tell them hatin’ hoes, “See ya next Tuesdays.”
Stroke on my ego, rubbin’ on the d, so
I got all this drive but no keys though

Beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
All ya flaws are perfect
You should let ’em show
The things I love the most
I dunno what you see, but I see all of ya beautiful
You should know I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful
You da’ bomb
Don’t listen to the stupid hoes who try and bring you down
Jus’ say, “Whateva’.” Keep flauntin’ fo’ all to see it