Lirik Lagu I Won't Tell - Fat Joe
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(feat. J. Holiday)
[Intro: Fat Joe]Baby, you can keep a secret [laughing] CocaKrills mania - ayy, AYY!Uhh, uhh
[Fat Joe]Fresh off the runway, pair of white NikesPhantom top-drop on that I-9-5Pink seersucker suit, who but IOn my way to party at Carew N-YNow I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottlesAnd mami's lookin like America's Top ModelShe says, Your earring - look at that thing~!That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"Now she got a man, plays for the HawksI like c'mon ma; you know me run New YorkJay's in the background, put you to bedSays he got brains so I'm lookin a-headThen I'm lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streetsShit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G'sI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus: J. Holiday]Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)If you don't want me toCause I got a thing for youI'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)I'll never do bad to youuuuuCause baby you got it, and you got meI got a thing for ya
[Fat Joe]A material girl in a material worldVenus, Serena, my cereal girlsWhat you know about havin dinner on a jet?Make it back before the DJ's finished with his setNow they call me the bird man when them doors ajarGhostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'allIt's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the darkThe wrist is Jacob, earring ChapardWent to Chao for chow's out and order the same thingBill's so high they throw in the champagneI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Fat Joe]Grown man B.I.Millionaire frames, Perrier rodsEvery day a different chain nigga get ya gear upName another fat guy fly like meand get you right, lay pipe all night like meCall you Fruity Pebbles cause you got so many spa bagsPurple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bagHermes shiy wherever you lay your eyes atRed card, black card, I could buy thatLouis Vuitton I'm truly the donChristian, Lou' Vuitton, the bluish charmI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]
[J. Holiday - over second repeat]Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one~!J. Holiday checkin in...Said this is grown folks musicI got a thing for you, yeahSee I won't tell, I won't tell, no no [fades out]
[Intro: Fat Joe]Baby, you can keep a secret [laughing] CocaKrills mania - ayy, AYY!Uhh, uhh
[Fat Joe]Fresh off the runway, pair of white NikesPhantom top-drop on that I-9-5Pink seersucker suit, who but IOn my way to party at Carew N-YNow I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottlesAnd mami's lookin like America's Top ModelShe says, Your earring - look at that thing~!That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"Now she got a man, plays for the HawksI like c'mon ma; you know me run New YorkJay's in the background, put you to bedSays he got brains so I'm lookin a-headThen I'm lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streetsShit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G'sI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus: J. Holiday]Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)If you don't want me toCause I got a thing for youI'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)Baby I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)I'll never do bad to youuuuuCause baby you got it, and you got meI got a thing for ya
[Fat Joe]A material girl in a material worldVenus, Serena, my cereal girlsWhat you know about havin dinner on a jet?Make it back before the DJ's finished with his setNow they call me the bird man when them doors ajarGhostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'allIt's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the darkThe wrist is Jacob, earring ChapardWent to Chao for chow's out and order the same thingBill's so high they throw in the champagneI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Fat Joe]Grown man B.I.Millionaire frames, Perrier rodsEvery day a different chain nigga get ya gear upName another fat guy fly like meand get you right, lay pipe all night like meCall you Fruity Pebbles cause you got so many spa bagsPurple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bagHermes shiy wherever you lay your eyes atRed card, black card, I could buy thatLouis Vuitton I'm truly the donChristian, Lou' Vuitton, the bluish charmI'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real thingsAnd I can keep a secret is the song that I sing
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]
[J. Holiday - over second repeat]Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one~!J. Holiday checkin in...Said this is grown folks musicI got a thing for you, yeahSee I won't tell, I won't tell, no no [fades out]
