Star I'm florid idol, takin all titles Whole family 'spect it, whole fam connected Fuck off the hook, my shit's disconnected [Benzino softly speaking Hook] [P. Diddy
. Kelly] He don't understand you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) No he'll never make love to you like I do P Diddy - (Westside Remix) So
Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl) Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go) Before I leave brush
[P.Diddy:] I'm tryna hit Baby tell me what's up 'cause you the shit Yeah you the shit Can I give you one kiss? (uh huh) I'ma kiss you right there Real
to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends And I Fleetwood Mac and Chevy P you may begin (Chevy P) What up dum-dum?
money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big This that Dirty Money crew Yeah, hey yo Dorrough, it's ys boy Diddy It's big nigga
there Ho, get over here, get over here In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends Hey
you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what you
and let it play straight through Used to throw my head back, like Kanye do Niggas never thought that i would break through, Irv, Gotti, and P Diddy passed
could be (my numba one) my lady Don't wanna be your friend wanna be your man I can see you and me (puttin time in) You could be (like me best friend)
car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? How is murder? P. Diddy
some friends, jump in the Benz Tonight is all on you Girl your body's, got me goin, crazy, outta control Gotta see you outta them clothes Tonight is all on you (P. Diddy
ladies and gentlemen You could never imagine, what's about to happen right now (Hey yo check this out) [Verse: P. Diddy] Hey yo I'm back by popular demand
day I ran through the game like Christian Foria How can the chicks ignore me, when the chicks adore me [P. Diddy] Come on now [Chorus] [P. Diddy
on me and my words You ain't gotta flip the script, kick me to the curb 'Cause I was, just checking you, wasn't disrespecting you Lips so sexual while your friend
to the limit, I know that I represent it Be easy P. Diddy Tammy, down in Miami Fa'scheezy baby uhh, I see you at the Grammy's Chorus P. Diddy and LL
you take ya ass home and quit playin' games They on that pretty shit that high saditty shit (What) (Yea) They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy, bitch