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Friends Lyrics

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P Diddy Puff Daddy : Friends Lyrics

Songwriters: Astrop, Jon; Ball, Roger; Carter, Shawn; Combs, Sean J; Duncan, Malcolm; Gorrie, Alan Edward; Jordan, Steven; Marchand, Inga D; Mcintosh, Robert Brodrick; Mcintyre, Owen Onnie; Stuart, Hamish;

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Aha, yeah, yeah

In a world of larger moves, new cars to cruise
Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused
I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot

I'm lookin' forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin' a knot
You knew I was comin' for the crowns that's uptown
You knew I was comin' to put it down so what now?

It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down
In the five speed, smirkin' then pull up at high speed
Can you enterprise and rise like cream do?
And leave em talk about the last time they seen you?

Game is magnet, to everything platinum
With my name attached, can you all do that?
Think one thing when you read my name
That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same

What do you do when they love you?
Live your life
What do you do when the love turns cold?
Live your life

I'll be your friend
Though I love you like a brother
I would rather be your lover

Everybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now
Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now
I swear now, I done killed that shit
Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit

Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells
Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel
You're fuckin' with Mel, I have five hundred to sell
Convertible shit, leavin' bitches real sick

Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot
Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot
It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks
Since eight-nine nigga been pushin', plenty drops

Nigga keyed up, stash for real
Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit
Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit
The P.C. on some real to Newark shit

Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what?
Betta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up
Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust
Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust

Infa-wear but I sips Dom Pierre
Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare
Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife
Brooklyn, bring it on nigga

What do you do when they love you?
Live your life
What do you do when the love turns cold?
Live your life

I'll be your friend
Though I love you like a brother
I would rather be your lover, baby

Can you feel me, baby? I been away a long time
Is it still me, baby? The one on your mind
Can we creep when everybody sleepin' and find
Ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined

Can I touch you, baby? Is that aight witchu?
Can I love you, baby? What we about to do
Could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move
Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin' to hurt you

Can you feel me, baby? Should I keep it right there?
Is it still me, baby? Take off your night wear
And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed
As I place myself in the middle of your legs

Do you want me, baby? Just let me know
Like Aaliyah, baby and I'ma set you slow
Get freaky, baby, can you handle that?
Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah

What do you do when they love you?
Live your life
What do you do when the love turns cold?
Live your life

I'll be your friend
Though I love you like a brother
I would rather be your lover, baby

What do you do when they love you?
Live your life
What do you do when the love turns cold?
Live your life

I'll be your friend
'Cause lovin' you would be everything