I Won't Tell

J. Holiday

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    Fat Joe:
    Baby u could keep a secret
    Calca
    Cribs Mania
    Hey, hey
    Fresh off the runway
    Pair white nikes
    Phantom top drop on that I nine five
    Pink see suckers who but
    I on my way to party a corut NY
    Now I ain't gotta tell you
    That them boys pop bottles
    And mami's lookin like america's top model
    She says your earing look at
    That thing that's even bigger
    Than the rock on my ring
    Now she gotta man who plays for the hawks
    I'm like cum on ma you know me run New York
    Jays in the background put u to bed
    Says she got brains so I'm looking ahead
    And I'm looking for bread
    I gotta eat on these streets shyt
    17.5 bout to holla at Jeezy
    I'm a real Nigga
    Real niggas do real things
    And I can keep a secret
    Is the song that I sing
    Yaddamean

    Chorus: (J.Holiday)
    Baby I won't tell
    If you don't want me to
    Cause I gotta thing for you
    L do anything for ya
    (Girl anything for you)
    Baby I won't tell
    I never do bad to you
    Cause Baby you got it
    And you got me
    I gotta thing for ya

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    [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 DJ's finished with his set
    Now they call me the birdman
    When them doors ajar
    Ghost ride the whip like
    I'm from Oakland ya'll
    It's the crack man
    And he ain't got a shot the don
    The wrist is jacob earing chopard
    Went to chows for chows out
    Know it's da same thing
    Bills so high
    They throwing the champagne
    I'm a real nigga real
    Niggas do real things
    And I can keep a secret
    Is the song that I sing
    Yaddamean

    [Chorus]

    Millionare frames perrier rocks
    Every day a different chain
    Nigga get ya gear up
    Name another fat guy that fly
    Like me to get ya right laid pipe
    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 card black card I could buy that
    Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
    Christian, Louis Vuitton the bluest charm
    I'm a real nigga real niggas do real things
    And I can keep a secret
    Is the song that I sing
    Yaddamean

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