No Diddy
No Diddy
No Diddy
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Damn meek, you ain't street (street)
Boy, you're just a little freak (freak)
Puffy beat your little cheeks (uh)
Had you hurtin' for a week? (Ooh)
You niggas creeps, audio leaks
It's time to say bye to the bad guy
You fell in love with a bad boy
Now they gon' call you a fag boy
Niggas is hoes (hoes)
Niggas will f*ck with a nigga for dough (dough)
Nigga you slow
We ain't believing' your flows
You niggas is bitches and hoes (hoes)
Matching yo clothes, snorting on tootsie, doin' pink drugs
'Cause you know your niggas pussy
Ten years in, but you niggas still rookie
It's Quilly in Philly, motherf*ck a Meek Millie
(No Diddy)
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Freak offs in a loft, Diddy had to pay the cost (Cost)
Did he do it did he not do it (yep) Cassie said he jacked off to it (ugh)
Move around like he gender fluid , out the closet but we all knew it
Little Rod made him do a job, slob Stevie J and Diddy knob
I ain't heard from French since (since), did French and Diddy French kiss (kiss)
Mason Betha left for better, he knew that Diddy wouldn't let up (facts)
I'm hoping Shine didn't bump and grind, but the nigga still did Diddy time
The club shooting was Diddy crime, snitched on him got Shine nine
All that nigga got was Sean John, shitty never ever wrote a rhyme
But he took all of the publishing, all of his artist is suffering
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Biltmore Black - Fifty (feat. DJ No Diddy) Lyrics
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No Diddy
No Diddy
No Diddy
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Damn meek, you ain't street (street)
Boy, you're just a little freak (freak)
Puffy beat your little cheeks (uh)
Had you hurtin' for a week? (Ooh)
You niggas creeps, audio leaks
It's time to say bye to the bad guy
You fell in love with a bad boy
Now they gon' call you a fag boy
Niggas is hoes (hoes)
Niggas will f*ck with a nigga for dough (dough)
Nigga you slow
We ain't believing' your flows
You niggas is bitches and hoes (hoes)
Matching yo clothes, snorting on tootsie, doin' pink drugs
'Cause you know your niggas pussy
Ten years in, but you niggas still rookie
It's Quilly in Philly, motherf*ck a Meek Millie
(No Diddy)
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Freak offs in a loft, Diddy had to pay the cost (Cost)
Did he do it did he not do it (yep) Cassie said he jacked off to it (ugh)
Move around like he gender fluid , out the closet but we all knew it
Little Rod made him do a job, slob Stevie J and Diddy knob
I ain't heard from French since (since), did French and Diddy French kiss (kiss)
Mason Betha left for better, he knew that Diddy wouldn't let up (facts)
I'm hoping Shine didn't bump and grind, but the nigga still did Diddy time
The club shooting was Diddy crime, snitched on him got Shine nine
All that nigga got was Sean John, shitty never ever wrote a rhyme
But he took all of the publishing, all of his artist is suffering
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
No Diddy
No Diddy
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Damn meek, you ain't street (street)
Boy, you're just a little freak (freak)
Puffy beat your little cheeks (uh)
Had you hurtin' for a week? (Ooh)
You niggas creeps, audio leaks
It's time to say bye to the bad guy
You fell in love with a bad boy
Now they gon' call you a fag boy
Niggas is hoes (hoes)
Niggas will f*ck with a nigga for dough (dough)
Nigga you slow
We ain't believing' your flows
You niggas is bitches and hoes (hoes)
Matching yo clothes, snorting on tootsie, doin' pink drugs
'Cause you know your niggas pussy
Ten years in, but you niggas still rookie
It's Quilly in Philly, motherf*ck a Meek Millie
(No Diddy)
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Freak offs in a loft, Diddy had to pay the cost (Cost)
Did he do it did he not do it (yep) Cassie said he jacked off to it (ugh)
Move around like he gender fluid , out the closet but we all knew it
Little Rod made him do a job, slob Stevie J and Diddy knob
I ain't heard from French since (since), did French and Diddy French kiss (kiss)
Mason Betha left for better, he knew that Diddy wouldn't let up (facts)
I'm hoping Shine didn't bump and grind, but the nigga still did Diddy time
The club shooting was Diddy crime, snitched on him got Shine nine
All that nigga got was Sean John, shitty never ever wrote a rhyme
But he took all of the publishing, all of his artist is suffering
No diddy, my nigga, we litty, we really be runnin' the city, my nigga
Can't do me like Shine or Biggie 'cause I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty.....fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifty...fifty fifty
I'm crashin' out like I'm fifth (uhh)
Writer: Daniel Lamb
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