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Diddy Dirty Money Last Train To Paris

gone? And people got the nerve to blame you for it And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it But you felt it and still feel it And money

make sure she can hear me) (Them haters can't tell you nothin') (No) (Listen to me) That love's gonna get you, motherfucker Smoke weed, listenin' to Sade I left my pain in Paris

all these broads wont give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass and they mad cause the bitch won't stop [Diddy - Dirty Money- Chorus

..lets travel in style just want to see you happy and smiling i can change your life in one flight, lets take off tonight, come on (dirty money) we go

The way I love you girl You should do the same Some things never change No more pain thank god you came girl I'll give you my first I'll give you my last

gotta do is turn your shit up It's what you want It's what you need It's what you get It's what you like It's the Dirty Money Girl, when you're everything

a drug I try to go but end up wanting more Stuck in my head vivid as a picture I Wanna be clean but I can't get rid of her [Diddy] uh Give my all you

Uh, before you get here Put yo panties in yo pocketbook That's what I told her, over the Motorola Hennessy and Cola I hold her at attention with my manors

[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living