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| P. DIDDY Miscellaneous Can’t nobody hold me down ft. Mase Huh...Yo turn me up in the headphones (Puff) Like that? (Mase) Yeah (Puff) Bad Boy... We ain’t goin stop Now it’s on.. on the hot track melt like its hot wax Put it out all the stores, bet you could shop that Leave a nigga with a hot hat Frontin like bad boy.. and got tracks (Nigga stop that) There’s no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga floss you die quicker This bed time outta town pie flipper Turned cristal into a crooked Ides sipper Everybody want to be fast.. see the cash F... around weak staff get a heat rash Anything bad boy way we smash hundred feet a stash Push a bulletproof east lasts I’m through being a player and a baller Just loan me one bad bit so I can sparlah Mase wanna be the one respect cave ‘em in effects Rock versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never seen, so you suck my jewels Clutch my oove, anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own Lord, nigga f... your rules (That’s right) Goodfellas, you know you can’t touch this ‘doo Chorus: Don’t push us, ‘cuz were close to the edge We’re tryin not to lose our head, uh, hah, hah, hah I get the feelin’ sometimes they make me wonder Why you wanna take us under, why you wanna take us under.. Can’t nobody take my pride Can’t nobody hold me down, Oh no I got to keep on movin’ Broken glass.. everywhere If it ain’t about the money Puff I just don’t care I’m that goodfella fly guy sometimes wiseguys Been time I hate’cha, W A ah ah Mase could you please stop smokin, la, la Puff why try, I’m a thug, I’m a die ha’ I be out in Jersey puffin hershey Brothers ain’t worthy to rock my derby No I’m never drugged honey when Im in the club G God know the thug be wantin’ to slug me Could it be I move as smoove as bugsy Or be at the bar with too much bubbly Naw I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me (Brothers wanna) Rock my Rolls, rock my clothes, rock my ice Pull out glocks, stop my light I’m like damn how these niggas got the cut Used to be my man how you gonna plot on my wife Do you think you snake me.. cuz they hate me Or you got a phd player haters degree Chorus Quit that, you a big cat.. Where your chicks at, where your whips at.. Wherever you get stacks I’m a fix that Everything mass big dreams, I did that Don’t knock me ‘cuz your borin I’m about to sail soarin, straight tourin Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand me Cuz their words just don’t offend me We spend cheese, In the West Indies And come home to plenty of cream bent me You name it, I can claim it young black and famous Wit’ money hangin’ out your anus And when you need a hit, who you gonna get Bet against us, not a sho’ bet We made hits that’ll rearrange your whole set And I got a Benz that I ain’t even drove yet Chorus Can’t nobody take my pride Can’t nobody hold me down, oh, no I got to keep on movin |
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