Trade It All PT2
P. Diddy, Jagged Edge, Fabolous
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Uh-huh, yeah This moment they all been waitin' for, playboy We here now Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all I assume I'm so into you 'Cause even before we hit the bedroom, I was friends with you If they ask, I ain't gotta say whom in them interviews My sweet thing, never believe them rumors that been a true The fact I had numerous friends is true But you was wifey could change me into a groom in a mintue, Boo Maybe my sense of humor gets into you But girl, they can make a perfume from the scent of you I wanna take you where it feel like June in December, too So what you think about Cancun 'til the winter through I don't know what the other consumers you been with do I put a day aside to go to Bloomies and spend with you Like any other man, I woulda zoomed to the clinic, too Now I wanna see if me and my junior's identical A dude put a wound on the skin of you I swear to everything that same afternoon will begin to move, feel me Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Come here, girl, come and take a walk with me So I could take you places you don't often be Come on, ma, come and get lost with me As far as them other chicks, can't get 'em off-a me Everlastin' love in a whole other fashion All I'm askin', let me cash in 'Cause I give all the passion, all of the Sean John flashin' In orderly fashion, perhaps when You figure out exactly what Diddy about 'Cause we can take this whole city out Now who gon' stop us, who gon' knock us Top us, we can't find coppers to lock us Leer jets and choppers, love hella proper Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to keep, I gotcha I rock ya Word to Big Papa, I gotcha Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Now what you want, huh (I'm gon' give this all up for you, Shorty) Now what you want, huh Now what you want, huh, huh, huh Yeah Yo', this newcomer's known to move with the seasons Couple winter lodges, few summer homes I'm there for every ooh, umm, and moan And make sure when the new Hummer roams The shoes come in chrome I ain't new at buyin' white, yellow, and cucumber stones That send chills through a woman bones But life gets gruesome Even though I got the kinda bread that won't matter if a few crumbs are blown Flights I don' flew some alone Now I wanna wake up every day with you in a new number zone Mamamia it's you I'ma phone Just to erase all the negative views from your dome And I promise this fella's G And so gangster it'll calm all that jealousy And drama you tellin' me So mama come yell at me So I could put the top down and we could cruise like Tom and Penelope Girl, I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything (My charm is a felony) All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I'd trade it all Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all, baby That's a lot, but you worth it Stop playin', let me holler at you, Boo Come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on Stop playin', come on, come on
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