I won't tell, if you don't want me to 'Cause I got a thing for you I'd do anything for you, girl anything Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
I won't tell If you don't want me to Cause I gotta thing for you L do anything for ya (Girl anything for you) Baby I won't tell I never do bad to you
Übersetzung: Fat Joe. Ich werde nicht sagen.
I can keep a secret is the song that I sing [Chorus: J. Holiday] Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) If you don't want me to Cause I got a thing for
I can keep a secret is the song that I sing Yaddamean [Chorus: J.Holiday] Baby I won't tell If you don't want me to Cause I gotta thing for you L do
nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York, When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York, When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York, When I'
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY) You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash. One time TS, two times Fat Joe. I remember them boys in Wynnwood
, I need a leash I am insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak and I
my diamonds doin jumpin jacks my pockets gettin fat (gettin fat) I'm gettin fat (gettin fat) obese (obese) I won't stop man I just keep eatin (keep eatin
nothing I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull Cuz I won't front for the ho Stuck my face in a bowl
Mother..."What!?" I didn't say nothing "Bullshit bitch!" I didn't say anything! "Are you gonna tell me I'm in your head bitch!?" I was gonna compliment
I was tossin them O's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (Cycle the flow) I'm emotional (I hug the block) Aye, I'm so emotional (I love my glock) Cash
What's up man [Remy Martin] Yo I don't give a fuck I don't play that shit and I feel to bust a cap on a nigga I run up wit a gat on a nigga cock back
tell yah stomach, I got a bag of ticks i'll treat yah Different colors in my chain, oo count thing people hatin on the count but they won't swing stripe
the biggest glocks It don't matter cause I can withstand I got no hair on my chest but I'm still the motherfucking man I won't fall and I never fell Busting
I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred and ten shots can stop spirits If niggas try to rob me, then I won't hear it Cause it's different
Magic; Aah, and I ain't talkin' NBA; I ain't even trust the brethren, jealous ones still envy me; Problem is, these guys ain't even half what they pretend
