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Utwór: Friends

  • wykonawca: Puff Daddy
  • album: No Way Out
  • wyświetleń: 1129

Aha, yeah, yeah
  In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise
  Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused
  I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
  A brother needs space like a vacant lot
  I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
  And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
  You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown
  You knew I was comin to put it down so what now?
  It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down
  in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed
  Can you enterprise and rise like cream do?
  And leave em talk about the last time they seen you?
  Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my
  name attached, can you all do that?
  Think one thing when you read my name
  That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same
    [Chorus: Puff Daddy singing]
    What do you do when they love you?
  (Let's) "live your life"
  What do you do when the love turns cold?
  (Let's) "live your life"
  Do you love me baby
  I'll be your friend
  Do you love me baby
  Though I love you like a brother
  I would rather be your lover
    [Verse Two: Foxy Brown]
    Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now
  Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh
  I swear now, I done killed that shit
  Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh
  Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells
  Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel
  You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell
  Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick
  Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot
  Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot
  It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks
  Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops
  Nigga keyed up, stash for real
  Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit
  Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit
  The P.C. on some real to Newark shit
  Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what?
  Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up
  Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
  Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust
  Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre
  Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare
  Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife
  Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Three: Puff Daddy]
    Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time
  Is it still me baby? The one on your mind
  Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find
  ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined
  Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu?
  Can I love you baby? What we about to do
  could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move
  Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you
  Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there?
  Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear
  And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed
  As I place myself in the middle of your legs
  Do you want me baby? Just let me know
  like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow
  Get freaky baby, can you handle that?
  Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah
    [Chorus 2X to fade]
  

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