Fat Joe Lyrics

(feat. J. Holiday)

(Fat Joe)
baby you can keep a secret
COCA
Cribs Mania
hey,hey
fresh off the runway
pail white nights
venom top drops on the i nine five
pinksee suckers who but i roll my way to party at corut-n-y
now i aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
but mami's lookin like americas top model
she says your earing look at that thing thats even bigger than the rock on my ring
now she gotta man who plays to the horks
i like common ma you know me run New York
jays in the background put u to bed
says you got brains so im looking ahead
then im looking for bread i gotta eat on these streets shyt
17-fives bout to halla at g'S
im a real G,
real G's do real things
and I could keep a secret is the song that i sing
(J-Holiday)


Baby I wont tell
if you dont want me to
cause i gotta thing for you
ill do anything for you
(girl anything for you)
Baby I wont tell
i'll never do bad to you
cause Baby you got it
and you got me
I gotta thing for ya


(Fat Joe)
A material girl
in a material world
Venus,Serina
ma cereal girls
What you know about having dinner on a jet
Make it back before the D'j's FINISHED WITH THE SET
now they call me the bird man
When im third a charm
ghost ride the wind like im from Okland yard
its the crack man and he aint got a shot wit the don the wrist is jacob earing chopard
went to chows for ??
bills so high they throwing the champagne im a real ni**a real
Ni**as do real things and i can keep a secret this is the song that i song

(Repeat chorus)

Millionare frames perrier rocks
every day a different chain
ni**a get ya gear up
name another fat guy that fly like me to get ya right laid piped
all night like me
call u fruity pebbles cause you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones,sky blue the white bag
Hermes shyt wherver you lay your eyes at
red car black car i can buy that
louie vuiton im truly the don
christian, louie vuiton the bluest charm im a real nigga real niggas do real things
and i can keep a secret thats the song that i sing

• Fat Joe lyrics

• Lyrics index