fat joe
i won't tell
Baby you could keep a secret? Ha ha calca kills mania Hey, hey  Fresh off the runway pale white nik's, Phantom top drop on that I-95 Pink see us suckas' who but I? I'm on my way to party at Corut NY Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles, And mami's lookin' like Americas top mode She said ya earring, look at that thing That's even bigger then the rock on my ring Now she's got a man, plays for the hawks. I'm like come on ma you know me run New York J's in the background put you to bed Says she's got brains so I'm lookin' ahead And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at Gs I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret it's the song that I sing  Baby I I, wont, wont, tell, tell If you don't want me to Cause 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 Cause baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you  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 D-J's finished with his set, Now they call me the Birdman When the doors ajar Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all It's the crack man and he ain't got a shot, the don, The wrist is Jacob earring chapard When the chows for chows out Know it's the same thing Bills so high, they throwin' the champagne I'ma real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing  Baby I I, wont, wont, tell, tell If you don't want me to Cause 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 Cause baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you  Millionaire 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 cause you got so many spy bags purple ones, Yellow ones, sky blue the white bag Hermes shit where ever you lay your eyes at Red card, black card, I could buy that Louis Vutton I'm truly the don Christian, Lou Vutton the blue is charm I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing  Baby I I, wont, wont, tell, tell If you don't want me to Cause 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 Cause baby you got it and you got me, I got a thing for you  Yeah see I wont tell, I wont tell, No no no no no no yea yea yea yea