J Holiday

J Holiday - I Won't Tell lyrics

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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

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 u know me run New York

J'z 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 G'z

I'm a real nigga, real nigga'z do real things

And I can keep a secret it's tha song that I sing



[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

It's 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, it's tha song that I sing



[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 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



[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

Yeah see I wont tell, I wont tell, no no no no no no yea yea yea yea
                   
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