P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) Lyrics
P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) Lyrics
"Friends Lyrics"
MEDIA CONTROLLER Lyrics
Another show with a fucked up promoter Kids sent in by the media controller They arrived in a '87 Ford with a gun rack case of Bud and stiletto blade It's the kind of show you end up at when you get stabbed by the blade big business made I WANNA GO BOOT I WANNA GO BLADE The main controller tried to buy me out but I didn't buy it Some people did and there i
Another show with a fucked up promoter Kids sent in by the media controller They arrived in a '87 Ford with a gun rack case of Bud and stiletto blade It's the kind of show you end up at when you get stabbed by the blade big business made I WANNA GO BOOT I WANNA GO BLADE The main controller tried to buy me out but I didn't buy it Some people did and there i
Aha, yeah, yeah
In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise
Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused
I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown
You knew I was comin to put it down so what now?
It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down
in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed
Can you enterprise and rise like cream do?
And leave em talk about the last time they seen you?
Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my
name attached, can you all do that?
Think one thing when you read my name
That Puff nigga, the g
Operation Lyrics
Does it hurt to pick a scab root up all the rot Infection Fester under skin and bone, rise up to the top Infection Operation in my heart Operation in my mind Operation Jesus heal me Operation change my life Do I really want to be healed? All this pain infects my heart, is there freedom for my lamed soul? Can God change this wretched life? Healing
ame'll never be the sameDoes it hurt to pick a scab root up all the rot Infection Fester under skin and bone, rise up to the top Infection Operation in my heart Operation in my mind Operation Jesus heal me Operation change my life Do I really want to be healed? All this pain infects my heart, is there freedom for my lamed soul? Can God change this wretched life? Healing
Chorus: Puff Daddy singing
What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life"
What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "live your life"
Do you love me baby I'll be your friend
Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother
I would rather be your lover
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now
Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh
I swear now, I done killed that shit
Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh
Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells
Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel
You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell
Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick
Heard he liked to trick non
Cambodia Lyrics
Written by Ricky & Marty Wilde Well he was Thailand based She was an airforce wife He used to fly weekends It was the easy life But then it turned around And he began to change She didn't wonder then She didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He did
stop, floss a lotWritten by Ricky & Marty Wilde Well he was Thailand based She was an airforce wife He used to fly weekends It was the easy life But then it turned around And he began to change She didn't wonder then She didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He did
Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot
It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks
Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops
Nigga keyed up, stash for real
Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit
Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit
The P.C. on some real to Newark shit
Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what?
Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up
Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust
Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre
Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare
Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife
Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga
Chorus
Verse Three: Puff Daddy
Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time<
Intensifire Lyrics
music by Stefan Schmidt & Bastian Emig, lyrics by Stefan Schmidt "Flames, sick of burning, sick of life, see them try to die. Flames were made for burning, baby that's what I have realised." Woke up after nights of doubting everything I am. Not enough of bigger stuff, I'm doubting it again. Whispering in my brain that there still are years to come. But n
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Is it still me baby? The one on your mindmusic by Stefan Schmidt & Bastian Emig, lyrics by Stefan Schmidt "Flames, sick of burning, sick of life, see them try to die. Flames were made for burning, baby that's what I have realised." Woke up after nights of doubting everything I am. Not enough of bigger stuff, I'm doubting it again. Whispering in my brain that there still are years to come. But n
Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find
ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined
Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu?
Can I love you baby? What we about to do
could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move
Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you
Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there?
Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear
And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed
As I place myself in the middle of your legs
Do you want me baby? Just let me know
like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow
Get freaky baby, can you handle that?
Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah
Chorus 2X to fade