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Diddy Rock (Feat. Timbaland, Twista & Shawnna)

You gonna believe me now though

Tryin' to get up in your mind in your body your spirit

Take your soulCome here girl

Let me creep in your world

Let me see the backside of your moon

No Vickies only La Perl-a

Let me take you to Indonesia

Where nobody can reach us

There's no need to take your phone

Cause you far away from home

Baby let me be your tour guide

I'm your burger

You my friesRun through sets

Come through sets

Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps

I'm way too fresh

So complex

Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next

Let's get the party started

Far from a motherfuckin' starving artist

Got something to prove

Don't talk it, walk it

My niggas outside on them walkie talkies

Pop that trunk

Pass that dutch

Let's get crunk

Baby don't play dumb

Baby don't say none

It's on me

Louie 13 and the Cris on me

Dimes wall to wall in the VIP

The age don't mean a thing

I ain't Chi Ali

I bring them out with no ID

Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P.Come here girl

Let me creep in your world

Let me see the backside of your moon

No Vickies only La Perl-a

Let me take you to Indonesia

Where nobody can reach us

There's no need to take your phone

Cause you far away from home

Baby let me be your tour guide

I'm your burger

You my friesReady for action when I attack on the track

And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove

Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen of the Chi

And I'm backing her up

Flow be ugly but it's a beautiful thing

Aluminum rings

Get money like I'm moving dem thangs

I got connects in every section

When I'm up in the hood

Chain looking so nasty all the bitches going uhhh

Heard they wanna get me

But I got my guns cocked

I'm dirty ridin thirty somethin' cocked like Yung Joc

I'm the talk of the town

Lettin' off fifty rounds

Meet me in a circle everybody it's goin down

Give you Hpnotiq to get you erotic

And then I take you somewhere exotic

Where we can blow chronic

A full clip for a lil drama

You know I ain't a hoe

Snap yo bitch

Come here lil mama you know you wanna goI'm from the city wit nothing pretty

And everybody know

I spit a flow to get up with Diddy

And now we finna blow

Niggas in the hood show me love

I'm the girl

Pimp tight let my mink hang down to the floor

Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch

I don't give a fuck what it cost bitch

I floss big whips

I floss big chains

I talk big shit

Cause I'm got big thangs

Now what you wanna do

You betta not step

Now nigga move back

Let me catch my breath

Bring it, bring it back to the floor

So sick with an ass so fat

It's Shawnna, Twis' & Diddy with Tim on the track

You know it gotta be tint with twenties on the llac, ahh

I see 'em looking at me like what's up

But I'ma sit low in the cut

Songwriters

COMBS, SEAN/OLIVER, KRISTAL/MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z/HILL, NATEPublished by

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