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Lyricist: Fat Joe
Lyrics:
[Fat Joe] Baby you could keep a secret? Calca, Krills mania Hey, hey
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes Phantom top drop on that I-95 Pink seersucker suit, who but I? On my way to party at Karut, NY Now I aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles, And mami's lookin like America's top model, She says 'Your earring, look at that thing, That's even bigger than the rock on my ring Now she gotta 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 got brains so I'm looking ahead Then I'm looking for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit, 17.5 bout to holla at Jeez I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things, And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean
[J. Holiday - Chorus] Baby I won't tell If you don't want me to Cuz I got a thing for you And I'd do anything for you Baby I won't tell I'd never do that to you Cuz baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for you
[Fat Joe - Verse 2] A material girl, in a material world Venus, Serena, my cereal girls (Wheaties) What you know about having dinner on a jet Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set Now they call me the birdman, when them doors ajar Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all Its the Crack man, and he ain't got a shot in the dark The wrist is Jacob, earring Chopard Went to chows for chows out, know it's the same thing Bills so high, they throw in the champagne I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean
[J. Holiday - Chorus] Baby I won't tell If you don't want me to Cuz I got a thing for you And I'd do anything for you Baby I won't tell I'd never do that to you Cuz baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for you
[Fat Joe - Verse 3] Millionaire frames, perrir rugs Everyday a different chain, nigga get your gear up Name another fat guy fly like me And get you right, lay pipe all night like me Call you fruity pebbles, cuz you got so many spa bags Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the white bag Hermes, shit wherever you lay your eyes at Red card, black card, I could buy that Louis Vuitton, I'm truly the don, Christian, Lou Vuitton the bluest charm I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean
[J. Holiday - Chorus] Baby I won't tell If you don't want me to Cuz I got a thing for you And I'd do anything for you Baby I won't tell I'd never do that to you Cuz baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for you
[J. Holiday] Yeah, see I won't tell, I won't tell, no no no no no no, yeah yeah yeah
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