Letra I won't tell ft. j. holiday Fat Joe

I won't tell ft. j. holiday

Baby you could keep a secretàha ha coca kills maniahey,hey FAT JOEFresh off tha runway pale white nik'z,phantom top drop on that I 9-5pink see us sucka'z who but I?I'm on my way to party a corut NYnow I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles,and mami's lookin like Americas top modelshe said ya earring, look at that thingthats even bigger then the rock on my ringnow shes got a man, plays for the hawks.I'm like come on ma u know me run New YorkJ'z in the background put you to bedsays shes got brains so I'm lookin aheadand im lookin for bread, I gotta eat on these streetsshit 17-5 bout 2 holla at G'zI'm a real nigga, real nigga'z do real thingsand i can keep a secret its tha song that i sing Chorus by J.Holiday Baby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tell
If you don't want me tocuz I got a thing for youand I'd do anything for you ..
girl anything
Baby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tellI'd never do that to youcoz baby you got it and you got me,
I got a thing for you FAT JOEA material girl in a material world,venus, serena, my cereal girlswhat you know about havin dinner on a jetàmake it back before the DJ'z finished with his set,now they call me the birdmanwhen the door'z ajarghost ride the whip like I'm from oakland ya'llits the crack man and he aint got a shot ,da don, tha wrist is jacob earring chapardwhen the chows for chows out Know it's da same thingbills so high, they throwin tha champagne..ima real nigga, real niggas do real thingsand I can keep a secret, its tha song that i sing Chorus by J.HolidayBaby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tell
If you don't want me tocuz I got a thing for youand I'd do anything for you ..
girl anything
Baby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tellI'd never do that to youcoz baby you got it and you got me,
I got a thing for you Fat JoeMillionare frames,perrir rockseveryday a different chain nigga get ya gear upname another fat guy fly like meand get you right laid pie all night like mecall you fruity pebbles coz you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue the white baghermes shyt where ever you lay your eyes atred card, black card, i could buy thatlouie vutton im truly the donchristian, lou vutton the blue is charmim a real nigga, real niggas do real thingsand i can keep a secret is the song that i sing Chorus by J.HolidayBaby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tell
If you don't want me tocuz I got a thing for youand I'd do anything for you ..
girl anything
Baby I ..
I ..
Wont ..
wont ..
Tell ..
tellI'd never do that to youcoz baby you got it and you got me,
I got a thing for you J.
Holidayyeah see I wont tell, I wont tell, no no no no no no yea yea yea yea