Diddy - On Top lyrics

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Diddy - On Top lyrics

Yeah [3x] [Loon] Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor n***a tell me, right, Loon goin south paw (that's right) It's Bad Boy we don't give a f** about y'all (that's right) Step in the room see the b**h come up out y'all (that's right) I f** with n***as but it's something about y'all (uh huh) Actin like Loon can't do sh** without y'all (c'mon) I caught my menses in Benzes that out y'alls (yeah) See how it feel when your friends be without y'all (that's right) I been doin it, coke I been movin it Before you n***as thought of the block I been through with it Keep confusin this music sh**, die for some foolishness Frontin like you a hardware usin b**h You hit the block, prolly lose your whip n***as (yeah) snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch (yeah) how we do this sh**, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh) So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit [Chorus Marsha 2x] See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on the countdown) Too slow can't keep up, no, better run (better run) Don't stop, what we gone too far (yeah) Don't flop, what we just too large (oh) [P. Diddy] Let's get, one thing clear (that's right) Still the same cat who put the flavor in ya ear (c'mon) Still the same cat who let the BIG rock with Tony (yeah) Most wanted successful rap mogul (uh) Still got n***as wilin out on the floor (let's go) Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah) Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that's right) Still humble (c'mon) and still want more (uh) Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin Y'all still sleepin and we still eatin Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends Still happy in black and don't need a reason (that's right) Still platinum back in London and Sweden (c'mon) Still pack the garden like Adam did Eve 'n (yeah) I still got rhymes to (yeah) leave your girlfriend freakin Haha Haha Haha Ha (I like that) (C'mon) (Let's go) [Chorus 2x] [Loon] Aiyo, besides all the money and riches Videos and pictures, slippin, these silly hos will get ya (c'mon) But not me, I'm too co*ky I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right) I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon) And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me (yeah) Or co*k-block me (yeah) but you can't stop me You come for all you want (yeah) but you (yeah) can't top me [P. Diddy] Yeah I'm just a B-A-D (c'mon) B-O-Y (that's right) Son we multiply, n***a we don't die n***as frontin like we ain't fly (say what) But n***a can't name nothing that we ain't buy (c'mon) Or we ain't try, (that's right) or we ain't drive (yeah) The judge said "not guilty" and he ain't lie (he ain't lie) n***as need a hit it's to me they cry (c'mon) So why front like n***a (yeah) P-D ain't live (yeah) C'mon, man (let's go) [Chorus 4x] [Marsha] We got some, real n***as, real blingas, real money makers No- (Bad Boy baby) Bad Boys on top (we ain't goin, we ain't goin) They won't stop (we ain't gonna stop) No, we got some, real n***as, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop