Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonely, artist - P. Diddy. Album song The Saga Continues..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Lonely |
| 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 'm with is the coldest |
| Hip-hop quota but quote this |
| Back on the track again, that’s what’s happenin' |
| Please believe it, we on top and won’t leave it |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m lonely |
| And sometimes I feel like I’m lonely |
| Uh, uh, yeah |
| Hey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-E |
| Q-you-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, ecstasy when you sex the Kain |
| I, only link with the wealthiest |
| And only cop jewels if it drop Celsius |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| Cause 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 yall seein' ya man |
| Get a grip niggas |
| (On guard, defend your self) It’s lonely at the top hey hey |