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diddy feat. biggie & rick ross – watcha gon’ do? lyrics

bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gon’ do?
i’m proud of myself, you know what i’m sayin’
(watcha gon’ do when they come for you?)

ain’t nothin’ wrong, yeah i’m f-cking proud of myself
(you’ll see)
that’s the way i sound, the way i sound
(you’ll see)
and the way i walk, the way i walk and talk

i tell ’em watch close, n-gg- jot notes
if you use my approach, you could dock boats
yeah, you could get exposed to all that
girl, you know i’m hard to get a hold or contact
probably overseas with business owners and all that
fly to minnesota with dinner over a contract
see, lame n-gg-s gonna do lame sh-t
how you flexing when your crew ain’t sh-t
n-gg-, you ain’t sh-t
try to trick on something you ain’t hit
try to do me but the shoe ain’t fit, and your jewels ain’t lit
so tell them n-gg-s i said break bread off
you know, spray lead off, take heads off
break law, pay feds off
you ain’t never meet poppy
you got the kittens fed up with your fake set up

i keep n-gg-s on rooftops to watch you
i move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied too
i slide through back of the maybach
but i do something 5’2 with a fly do, how you?
i don’t know you yet but i’m trying to
i leave your mind blew if you don’t mind trying to climb through
new portals on time yeah i think it’s time to
never slip up, one of the homies get picked up
sell all the whips and switch the cribs up
get my d-ck sucked by mermaids
black shades hermès
the whole last winter i went through a fur phase
yeah, that summer 32
effortless
bad boy sh-t
and we won’t stop, ’cause we can’t stop
b.i.g., brooklyn, yeah

(bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gon’ do?) puff daddy, new york, yeah
(watcha gon’ do when they come for you?) bad boy, yeah
(you’ll see) unstoppable
(you’ll see) unstoppable

big blunts and gr-ss, maybach on a dash
40 carat gold cartier on a cl-ss
mink coats with shooters in of the land cruiser
my maneuvers sparking these lil’ rumors
duffle bags, percocets, the rugers
still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers
danny glover, up the pistol, p-ss-es undercover
propositions and proposals, bring ’em on the double
raising the k’s in the days and
jaylen that brain is amazing
top tier, egotistical when he arrogant
skyscr-per, kilo up in the cabinet
for bad b-tches who snort lines the fourth time
cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine
east coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios
air forces, mansions, and i’m on the ocean
benefits, free my n-gg-s, i’m talking fish and grits
immigrants came a long way up out the tenements
gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
with my march, got out of prison february
cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
bad boy, buggatis in all four lanes
(click, click)
the script flip when the spliff lit
(click, click)
double m cruise ship with a thick b-tch

n-gg-s talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it
crystal pops i’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard sh-t
‘gator trunks b-tch, rollin’ blunts with the w-ll–st of the w-lly
heckler koch, m-1’s and nine millies
stories like a motherf-cker
model b-tches wondering if i’m a f-ck with her
she know, i treat my b-tches like ivana
dolce & gabbana drippin’
big poppa never slippin’
h-cl-ss diamonds shinin’
dinner with the wifey winin’, dinin’
smoking cigars in bogota
with colombian n-gg-s named panama
englique and sh-t
games we play life endin’
b-tches bending over with ease
for a pair of moschino jeans
and donna karan tank tops i got your bank stopped
singles on top, benjamins under the rest of them
advancin’ from duplex to mansion
stashing keys, hidin’ g’s overseas
vcr’s in my v’s
game elevates, money i make
into stocks and real estates, b-tch
jet skiing in the caribbean, white sands
discussing plans with my man
dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
that leaves my rear views tremblin’
what you gonna do when poppa catch an att-tude
drop to your knees and show grat-tude
kiss my rings it’s a frank white thing i stay potent
b-tches devoted, take my d-ck and deep throat it

you’ll see
you’ll see

- diddy feat biggie rick ross lyrics

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