Diddy – Finna Get Loose – Lyrics

Finna Get Loose by Diddy

[Hook: Diddy]
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh

[Verse 1: Diddy/Pharrell]
Where you from, where that at
Where you heading, what is that
What you doing, feeling that
Get that fucking cake up, open your mind [?]
Keep your distance, unless you wanna get witnessed
Me and the renegade, Glock grenade, [?]
Chop it like sumo
Nigga hungry like Cujo
Smoking that Pluto
No ticking time like hand on the rope
Nigga feel beautiful
No park brake but a nigga in neutral

[Bridge]
You wanna roast some bass, go and do that
You ain't tryna pass, don't do that
You gotta drink the mask, don't do that
Finna act the ass, go and do that
Say what now

[Hook]
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh

[Verse 2]
Get that down, get on her, get on her
This is what, to feels like, so [?]
I'm in love on that cline, meet [?]
White chick no hair, but what the black man yell
I shine like this, no [?]
This is good as it get, [?]
I only like hits, [?] and a nigga never miss
Yo shit is [?]
The nigga come number one, [?]

[Bridge]
You wanna roast some bass, go and do that
You ain't tryna pass, don't do that
You gotta drink the mask, don't do that
Finna act the ass, go and do that
Say what now

[Hook]
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh
A nigga finna get loose, huh

[Outro]
We out, remember me now?
Let's dance
Yeah, yeah
I see you dance, all the dances you know what to do
I made this part for you and you and you and you and you and you, you, you, you!
Bad boy

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Diddy – Big Homie – Lyrics

Big Homie by Diddy

[Hook: Diddy]

You could go to any hood, bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie

Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie

Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie

[Verse 1: Diddy]

I'm winnin' for the new bitch, she was stunting

That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred

My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond

My Rolls Royce spray cologne, the fragrance money

It's Bad Boys Records, bitch, you know I run it

Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it

I show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it

You show up with your jewelry on and leave without it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Diddy]

Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie

Top down on any block, niggas know me

The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely

See us out here racing yachts like ''fuck the police''

Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money

Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming

These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cough your chick in

More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money mention

I'm money mention

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

My bitches get the Christians, nigga, and Giuseppe

My bitches get the Berkin, nigga, they hold the weapons

My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection

My bitches get the realest nigga, she's my reflection

I make my bitches traffic dope, that's my profession

She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section

Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us

50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers

Get them stretchers

[Hook]

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