P. Diddy lyrics
P. Diddy lyrics
"On Top lyrics"
Maile Lei lyrics
You can only explain the pain when you've got it The fountain of spring evergreen To be holding another who needs you to linger Looking for something you've seen Round and round the world I've been travelling Lying with you girl and I've finally been Into the rarefied ringside of Heaven Looking for something I've seen In your eyes Jacqueline You are my fantasy Queen of the May Married in paradise Maile
(feat. Loon, Marsha)You can only explain the pain when you've got it The fountain of spring evergreen To be holding another who needs you to linger Looking for something you've seen Round and round the world I've been travelling Lying with you girl and I've finally been Into the rarefied ringside of Heaven Looking for something I've seen In your eyes Jacqueline You are my fantasy Queen of the May Married in paradise Maile
Yeah [3x]
[Loon]
Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor
Nigga tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right)
It's Bad Boy we don't give a fuck about y'all (that's right)
Step in the room see the bitch come up out y'all (that's right)
I fuck with niggas but it's something about y'all (uh huh)
Actin like Loon can't do shit without y'all (c'mon)
I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah)
See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right)
I been doin it, coke I been movin it
Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it
Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness
Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch
You hit the block, prolly lose your whip
Niggas (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your cruci
Get Over Yourself lyrics
Uh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Get over, get over (yourself) Yeah, I was right there like a little wife I was everything that you need, always in line I was livin' you, lovin' you Fillin' your desires But that was then, this is now Look me in the eye and Oh, oh If love could choose sides Oh, oh It's takin' my time [1] - Get over yourself, goodbye It must be hard
fixUh-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah Get over, get over (yourself) Yeah, I was right there like a little wife I was everything that you need, always in line I was livin' you, lovin' you Fillin' your desires But that was then, this is now Look me in the eye and Oh, oh If love could choose sides Oh, oh It's takin' my time [1] - Get over yourself, goodbye It must be hard
Watch (yeah) how we do this shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh)
So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit
[Chorus - Marsha - 2x]
See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown)
Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run)
Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah)
Don't flop, what we just too large (oh)
[P. Diddy]
Let's get, one thing clear (that's right)
Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon)
Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah)
Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh)
Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go)
Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah)
Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right)
Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh)
Still hate war, still want peace
And I still c
Tell Me lyrics
Yea this right here is goin out to all them girls out there that did me n south wrong, ya kno? tell you a lil story its the reason love, hate, mistakes, tell me wacha think is goin on we date, all day tell me wacha think is goin on too late, heartbreak tell me wacha think is goin on wats goin on wats goin on yo, eh yo me n miss thang we run a perfect team we had all the things all them other couples
an't stand to see blacks beefinYea this right here is goin out to all them girls out there that did me n south wrong, ya kno? tell you a lil story its the reason love, hate, mistakes, tell me wacha think is goin on we date, all day tell me wacha think is goin on too late, heartbreak tell me wacha think is goin on wats goin on wats goin on yo, eh yo me n miss thang we run a perfect team we had all the things all them other couples
y'all still sleepin and we still eatin
Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends
Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right)
Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon)
Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 'n (yeah)
I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin
Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that)
(C'mon)
(Let's go)
[Chorus - 2x]
[Loon]
Aiyo, besides all the money and riches
Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon)
But not me, I'm too cocky
I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right)
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon)
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah)
Or cock-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me
You come for all you want
Nonapology lyrics
Excuse me, you know I hate to complain But I never argue, I shouldn't have to explain There's a million restless reasons in here I can't repeat again Lizards eating flies in the oriental sun Swaying towers lean attention Out where the currents run I've seen what you think is unseeable Disagreed with what you think's disagreeable I think and I blink of my own accord Your vested interest seems so small S
(yeah) but you (yeah) can't top meExcuse me, you know I hate to complain But I never argue, I shouldn't have to explain There's a million restless reasons in here I can't repeat again Lizards eating flies in the oriental sun Swaying towers lean attention Out where the currents run I've seen what you think is unseeable Disagreed with what you think's disagreeable I think and I blink of my own accord Your vested interest seems so small S
[P. Diddy]
Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right)
Son we multiply, nigga we don't die
Niggas frontin like we ain't fly (say what)
But nigga can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon)
Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah)
The judge said "not guilty" and he ain't lie (he ain't lie)
Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon)
So why front like nigga (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah)
C'mon, man (let's go)
[Chorus - 4x]
[Marsha]
We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin)
They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop)
No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers
No play, Bad Boys on top
They won't stop