RED CAFE - Diddy Bop (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Yeah I'm back diddy boppin' so when they see a pimp

They ask "how the leg"? I tell'em you see a limp?

Nigga hit below me that's why they hit me low

If I did it by the book they would get me though

A fat boy will get you quicker than Britney dough

I'm OJ, cause the glove don't fit me so

I'm in a different world girls like Whitney yo

Few jelisa's couple denises

Few patron's couple of geeses

Dwayne wayne it, we flip glasses up

Watching them close, keep the eyelashes up

Cause they say the snake slip, but when the grass is up

I don't dance, but my wrist down sometime

Rocks are like Ciara and Chris Brown Combined

Ashton Kuska, pass for Usher

Omarion finger, R&B blinger

Yeah I'm back from the west, what else? I'm coming home

With nothing but B's around me like a honey comb

Nothing but, G's young boy, money grown

Quarter Mill cash, shorty you need a loan?

What else? A murder, murder, murder, murder, murder murder

Any fool toy with the arm and hammer twirler

I don't know how to dance I'm a smith serma

I just float across the screen like I'm a cursor

Before the freeze man, I was the weed man

Had the chocolate and the browns like I'm from Cleveland

S D on my neck, 41 deep

With 2 clips, Arm and Hammer got it for cheap

Sweep through in the Charger looking like Ladainian

Tomilson, wrist wear color titanium

Hamilton? We don't do that, we do franklin's

Fulton, Flat Bush, Brooklyn Anthem!

Kardinal! I don't know how to dance

But I'm killing that wop while I'm saggin' my pants

You can't tell I'm a foreigner from just one glance

Cool yourself, and I don't take that chance

From the 718 to the 416

Off of shells like an AK up in the Mix

Stunt right through the back and we don't play with kids

You know seven, let me show you what hip-hop is

It's a whole lot of novel with a little bit of skill

Like a video chick with a little E-grill

I'm a big refill rap needed a re-up

I'm here so celebrate, I'll twist your weed up

This what happens when T.Dot in Brooklyn meet –up

And the rude boys think I'm from shotta freed up

Hip-hops dead but the money's still real

Count all us back, T now how ya feel

Sports coupe, Z on Lights

Sprain my finger, not a pinky on ice

Neck full of swingers I done bought the same piece twice

Difference city, difference club every single night

Trick what? Lace who?

That's ain't what spitta do

Got a lotta gals cause the dimples in my face cute

(Haha) I got a head full of waves too

Currents is so hot it's amazing that I stay cool