Testo I Won't Tell Ft. J. Holiday

Testo I Won't Tell Ft. J. Holiday

Baby you could keep a secret? ha ha coca kills mania hey,hey FAT JOE Fresh off tha runway pale white nik'z, phantom top drop on that I 9-5 pink see us sucka'z who but I? I'm on my way to party a corut NY now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles, and mami's lookin like Americas top model she said ya earring, look at that thing thats even bigger then the rock on my ring now shes got a man, plays for the hawks. I'm like come on ma u know me run New York J'z in the background put you to bed says shes got brains so I'm lookin ahead and im lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streets shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at G'z I'm a real nigga, real nigga'z do real things and i can keep a secret its tha song that i sing Chorus by J.Holiday Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell If you don't want me to cuz I got a thing for you and I'd do anything for you .. girl anything Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell I'd never do that to you coz baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you FAT JOE A material girl in a material world, venus, serena, my cereal girls what you know about havin dinner on a jet? make it back before the DJ'z finished with his set, now they call me the birdman when the door'z ajar ghost ride the whip like I'm from oakland ya'll its the crack man and he aint got a shot ,da don, tha wrist is jacob earring chapard when the chows for chows out Know it's da same thing bills so high, they throwin tha champagne.. ima real nigga, real niggas do real things and I can keep a secret, its tha song that i sing Chorus by J.Holiday Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell If you don't want me to cuz I got a thing for you and I'd do anything for you .. girl anything Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell I'd never do that to you coz baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you Fat Joe Millionare frames,perrir rocks everyday a different chain nigga get ya gear up name another fat guy fly like me and get you right laid pie all night like me call you fruity pebbles coz you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue the white bag hermes shyt where ever you lay your eyes at red card, black card, i could buy that louie vutton im truly the don christian, lou vutton the blue is charm im a real nigga, real niggas do real things and i can keep a secret is the song that i sing Chorus by J.Holiday Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell If you don't want me to cuz I got a thing for you and I'd do anything for you .. girl anything Baby I .. I .. Wont .. wont .. Tell .. tell I'd never do that to you coz baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you J. Holiday yeah see I wont tell, I wont tell, no no no no no no yea yea yea yea
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