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Lonely Lyrics - Singles - P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family

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 mackadocious, most ferocious, cash all in my holsters 

 

Burn more bread than toasters, you must know this 

The cats I'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, ey yo, C I O F F I E 

Q U 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 celcius 

 

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 

 

Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

 

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 

'Cuz 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 y'all seein' ya man, get a grip niggas 

 

Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely 

 

On guard, defend yo' self 

It's lonely at the top, hey, hey 

On guard, defend yo' self 

It's lonely at the top, hey, hey 

 

I like this right here, sing that song 

Come on, Bad Boy, baby, yeah 

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