P. Diddy (Puff Daddy)

P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - Lonely lyrics

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(feat. Kain, Kokane, Mark Curry)

[Kokane begins stutter-singing the word lonely]

[P. Diddy]

This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.

Listen to me playboy, check dis out

I go, on and on and on and

Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin'

PD call her on the phone and

Promise I'll leave her moanin'

Now she zonin'

Tellin' me she's all alone and

Love the dark chocolate tone and

Ahead of my time, I live what's said in my rhymes

The cars and the chedda is mine

We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus

Spit that mack-a-docious

Most ferocious

Cash all in my holsters

Burn more bread than toasters

You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest

Hip-hop quota but quote this

Back on the track again, thats whats happenin'

Please believe it, we on top and won't leave it

[Chorus: Kokane]

Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely

And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely


Uh, uh, yeah

Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E

Q-U-double E-N-Z

Come on ma your riding with me

Leave the lame respect the game

When you hanging on my arm you expect the same

And, extasy when you sex the Kain

I, only link with the wealthiest

And only cop jewels if it drop celcius

Now, you can run but you can never hide

But, where you go when the temperature rise

It's Bad Boy see death in ya eyes

Kain Cioffe the next on the rise

Damagin' shit hot stamina split

You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique

Limo, the club, and the cameras'll flip

Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!


[Mark Curry]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Don't panic, don't take this for granted

I did then still do and always ran it

A lot to gain when I say I'm off the chain

The shit I spit...burn flames

Who's controllin' this

I can make the bitches grin

Cuz I get money and run with the richest men

Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again

Been down since the jump off begin

You know who I am

Don't get it all twisted up

Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up

We can pick it up, we can drop it low

Recognize what it is when I come through the door

Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp

Once I took it to the top I ain't fell off since

Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan

Ain't none of y'all seein' ya man

Get a grip niggas



(On guard, defend yo' self) It's lonely at the top hey hey [repeated twice]

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