Fat
Joe I Won't Tell Lyrics
(Featuring J. Holiday)
Baby u could keep a secret?
ha ha calca kills mania
hey,hey
FAT JOE
Fresh off tha runway
pale white nik’z,
phantom top drop on that
I 95
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 mode
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
**** 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 **** 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...
Crush tonight
Refrain: Ginuwine
Baby, if you wit' it,
just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back
that ass up and
Spend that cash dog,
drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like
you tryna have a baby cuz
Everybody's out to fuck
tonight
The fine women, they
out to fuck tonight
My niggas, they down
to fuck tonight
Ladies, fellas, the won't
stop players
Fat Joe
Came through the door,
seen it before
Hands touchin' the ceiling,
booty streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to
the point you so sure that
All the attention in
the club is yours
Got your hair done up,
shades Christian Dior
Leave us, trade a little
happy on your Vickey draws
Gettin' your dance on
hard, who could wish for more
And your crew's all but
know it's a horse
Got the Don all warm
and it ain't the Hen'
Feelin' like the Don
woman, you could wrestle her chin
Shorty, come a little
closer while the record spin
I wanna freak a little
longer, can they play it again
au Refrain
Yo, got my mind on my
money, money on my mind
And to let you know,
you just as good as gold
It's like we got our
own little private party goin' on
And the scene just changed
into shores of San Juan
It's so intimate, we
so into it
Such a tender thing, but
fuck I'm innocent
Grindin' so hard you
gotta know what I'm thinkin'
Laughin' cuz I'mma kidnap
you for the weekend
Now we at the pad about
to crack a case
Playin' the couch like
Ceasar's, she feedin' me grapes
Not for nuttin' hon,
the sex is great
But you know you got
to go, I got checks to chase... next
au Refrain
Ginuwine
If you're wit' it grab
your friends, follow Joe and me
Cuz it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris'
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
Fat Joe
Now mami, let's get serious,
cuz by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality
is just a little curious
You got a friend, we
could gather then split
If not, I got a girl
for every girl I get
There's a drop in the
lot and it whip so fast
We hit the swiss hotel
before you finish your glass
And you know you wanna
be where the cake is at
Where the pockets just
like calories, extra fat
Mami, your body like
Malery on Natural Born Killer
She like, they got money
but ya'll are more realer
She wanna roll wit' us,
pretty much to crit' us
No beatin' around the
bush, just beatin' it 'till you bit us
au Refrain
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Opposites
attract (What they like)
feat. Remy Martin
Let's go..
"Got another hit, of fresh
air!!"
"Oooooh, got another
hit!"
[Fat Joe]
Platinum chains, down
to my dick
I'm so sick, like flames,
light up ya bitch
Get it hot like 'dro,
and firin and pink slips
You at the club alone
now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)
I know just what you
need; you need to fuck with me
Cuz when you ballin with
Joey you in another league
Somethin like Doji, Chloe
diamonds, and better weed
I'm four-wheelin through
roads you mighta never seen
Take you on trips, you
know the minimal shit, the basic
Long as your dip is official,
if we're twistin you lace it
Spit it amazin when I'm
layin the mack game
I could, put 'em in chains
and give 'em blings and cashy rings
Like delicious, thug
passionate candy cane
Know you could, stay
witcha mayne and just (?)
I ball with the best
of them, flossin the emblem
First playa front get
applause from T.S. and them (Clap my niggaz)
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy
Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches
like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with
eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in
Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got
it right
That's what my bitches
like
But I know what niggaz
like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's
willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll
make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got
it right
That's what my niggaz
like
[Remy Martin]
I pull up to the club
in the truck
Like what, the FUCK,
IS
UP!
I stay out with the blunt,
cuz I don't give a fuck
With, L-I-D niggaz, know
who I be
And I know what niggaz
like, niggaz like me
Pretty Remy on the rocks
in the V.I.P.
See, niggaz like menages
and overnight parties
Butt naked bitches in
the hotel lobby
I plays the bar cuz they
don't charge me
Plus niggaz like dogs
to broads in white T's
Outside it's a fight
over me
Cuz I'm with niggaz like,
"Yeah, you better get it right"
"You know my shit is
tight"
If you live we'll be
fuckin today, as long as you ain't
Touchin my pay, this
shit is nothin to me
I got my mind right,
my money right, I'm pushin a Benz
Plus I'm a dime like
(Whoa!) Got niggaz lookin for Rem'
[Hook: Fat Joe + Remy
Martin]
[RM] I know what niggaz
like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's
willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll
make you forget about ya wife (C'mon)
[FJ] Yeah ma you got
it right
That's what my niggaz
like
I know what bitches like
(What?)
They wanna live the life
They want a nigga with
eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in
Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got
it right
That's what my bitches
like
[Fat Joe]
You know a lot mama
How be take a nice cruise
to the Ba-ha-mas
With ice daquiris and
jewels, picture
Just me and you under
the palm trees
Up on the beach in your
bikini and we feelin the breeze
[Remy Martin]
But baby, I know just
what you need
You need some Hennessey
(Uh-huh)
And in a minute we'll
finish it with a little me
Sex into sleepin on bedsheets
outta Italy
Then send yo' ass back
home without no energy
[Fat Joe]
Yo, after I take you
on a night on the town
We could, slide to the
telly when nobody's around
The next-door neighbors
complainin because they hearin the sound
[Both] It's goin down
da-down da-down, da-da-da-da-da-da down
[Hook - Fat Joe + Remy
Martin]
[FJ] I know what bitches
like (What?)
They wanna live it live
They want a nigga with
eight figures that can give 'em ice
They wanna chill up in
Villa with me every night
[RM] Yeah pa you got
it right
That's what my bitches
like
But I know what niggaz
like (What?)
They wanna hit it right
They want a chick that's
willin to strip on the first night (True)
The type of chick that'll
make you forget about ya wife
[FJ] Yeah ma you got
it right
That's what my niggaz
like
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
Hit.. got another hit
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