I Won’t Tell Fat Joe (Ft. J. Holiday)

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[Intro: Fat Joe]
Baby, you can keep a secret
*laughing*
Coca
Krills mania
Ayy, ayy!
Uhh, uhh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew N-Y
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's Top Model
She says, "Your earring - look at that thing~!
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I like c'mon ma; you know me run New York
J's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm lookin a-head
Then I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G's
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing