Correction Paroles BAD BOY FREESTYLE par Diddy

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Uh huh, kyuh
M-A-T
Wait, I like that
M-A-T
Uh huh
Y’all ready?
Aight, listen

Here I go, M-A-T, came straight from the city
Face mad pretty, attitude, high saditty
Real bad boy, you would think I’m signed to Diddy
I don’t carry weight, but my bag stays heavy

Hot boy, known to make them sweat like gym class
Might need freezer for my watch and my necklace
Big boy, have to see the print through them gray sweats
If not, daddy ain’t no puff just pass pass

He said “What you do with all that?”
Told him he won’t know unless he’s talking big racks
Told me I’m a one of one, yeah that’s big facts
Once I’m in the game, all you b*t*hes on sat
I keep my foot on their necks, got a pendant on mine
I’m a 10 on 10 and they’re far from a nine
When it ain’t the money tryna hit my line, I decline
Anywhere we’re at, you know the guys got on their nines

Try to f**k with me? They’ll off your top just like my coupes
You can’t afford what I got, so you have to get dupes
Hate wasn’t working, so you started showing love
But f**k all that fake sh*t, mami I’m above

I’m drama-free, care-free and stress-free
Never mind a date, take me on a shopping spree
Pull out your CC, swipe it for the double-C’s
And fly me out the country, PJ, overseas

I meant fly us out, know what I’m talking ‘bout
Me and the crew, always coming through, no doubt
If I eat, then the team eats too
We gon’ step out in the summer, show them how we do

It be hard not to stare, we’re the center of attention
My girls come in pairs, call it bad b*t*h convention
In or out the club, still nowhere near our section
Bottles full of bub’, somewhere sent in our direction
Anyway, no more time to play
Been over since ‘07, get out my way
Yeah, this our new joint, keep it on replay
Spend a week on a island, catch a tan and lay

But as soon as I’m back, baby I’m just talking business
The way I flex on b*t*hes makes them think I’m into fitness
7-8 figures or I won’t sign no deal
I got bars, flows, looks plus the sex appeal

Damn, I be so surreal
Who do it like this for real?
Spoil my mom like a brat soon as I touch my first mill

Then it’s another one, and another one
Barely made it but it feels like I already won
All those things I did, the kid ain’t even 21
You on a light jog, I’m here for the long run

Tracksuit, Sean John
Tequila, DeLeón

Throw a huge party, bring the boys to the yard
Tryna feel on my body, won’t make it pass the guard
Stand a couple feet away, at least you still see the view
Haven’t heard nothing yet, this is just a preview
Ain’t no b*t*hes on my hit list, but I bodied a few, what

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