Featuring J. Holiday
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Baby u could keep a secret?
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Ha ha calca kills mania
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Hey, hey
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[FAT JOE]
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Fresh off tha runway pale white nik'z,
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Phantom top drop on that I 95
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Pink see us sucka'z who but I?
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I'm on my way to party a corut NY
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Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles,
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And mami's lookin like Americas top mode
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She said ya earring, look at that thing
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That's even bigger then the rock on my ring
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Now she's got a man, plays for the hawks.
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I'm like come on ma u know me run New York
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J'z in the background put you to bed
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Says she's got brains so I'm lookin ahead
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And I'm lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
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Shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at G'z
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I'm a real nigga, real nigga'z do real things
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And I can keep a secret it's tha song that I sing
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[Chorus by J.Holiday]
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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If you don't want me to
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Cuz I got a thing for you
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And I'd do anything for you... girl anything
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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I'd never do that to you
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Coz baby you got it and you got me,
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I got a thing for you
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[FAT JOE]
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A material girl in a material world,
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Venus, serena, my cereal girls
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What you know about havin dinner on a jet?
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Make it back before the DJ'z finished with his set,
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Now they call me the birdman
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When the door'z ajar
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Ghost ride the whip like I'm from oakland ya'll
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It's the crack man and he aint got a shot, da don, tha wrist is jacob earring chapard
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When the chows for chows out
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Know it's da same thing
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Bills so high, they throwin tha champagne...
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Ima real nigga, real niggas do real things
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And I can keep a secret, it's tha song that I sing
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[Chorus by J.Holiday]
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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If you don't want me to
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Cuz I got a thing for you
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And I'd do anything for you... girl anything
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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I'd never do that to you
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Coz baby you got it and you got me,
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I got a thing for you
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[Fat Joe]
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Millionare frames, perrir rocks
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Everyday a different chain nigga get ya gear up
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Name another fat guy fly like me
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And get you right laid pie all night like me
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Call you fruity pebbles coz you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue the white bag
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Hermes shyt where ever you lay your eyes at
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Red card, black card, I could buy that
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Louie vutton I'm truly the don
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Christian, lou vutton the blue is charm
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I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
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And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
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[Chorus by J.Holiday]
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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If you don't want me to
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Cuz I got a thing for you
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And I'd do anything for you... girl anything
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Baby I... I... Wont... wont... Tell... tell
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I'd never do that to you
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Coz baby you got it and you got me,
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I got a thing for you
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[J. Holiday]
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Yeah see I wont tell, I wont tell, no no no no no no yea yea yea yea
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I Won't Tell
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| Fat Joe |
