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i want the love - diddy lyrics

i hate funerals, i love life
i hate when i see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake sh-t
they ain’t really love a n-gg-r while he was there
see, i’m a different type of n-gg-r, i wanna be honest with y’all
i need the love now, if you all motherf-ckers gonna be crying and be playing thirty minute specials when i’m gone, an hour special that i’m gone
f-ck that, love me while i’m here
love me while i’m here, i had to tell a b-tch

i want the love
’cause all i see is haters and this money
got these n-gg-rs catching verbals and i tell you
i want the love
’cause all i know is getting money
knocking at the door, i’m like a wizard, b-tch, i tell you
i want the love

i’m a rich n-gg-r, i don’t get mad, i just get paid
i don’t catch feeling,s i catch flights, that’s brick paper
for one rider at bad boy, that’s one side
these killers with me, don’t f-ck around, they jump fast like all sides
i’m about to keep up on the billy, b-mping these bottles and w-lly
i know they gonna hate when i’m high, but when it’s all over they feel me
if you want your love when i’m dead, you better off just trying to kill me
’cause i’m gonna ball on you, and i ain’t talking about you, i hate all y’all n-gg-rs
ten birkin from your man, hoe, i could buy that
last week i made a hundred mil’, you should try that
i’m a real n-gg-r, they all see it, can’t hide that
i’ll touch down in your city, f-ck sh-t up, n-gg-r, then fly back

wanted the money and wanted the love
wanted them b-tches that wanted the drugs
that wanted the molly, that wanted the weed
i walk in the building, give love in the club
love in the streets, b-tch, it’s meek milly
them n-gg-rs was haters, i love what they was
’cause all of that hating was my motivation
now i got the paper and what what’y what
it is what it is, look at me now
living the life in the f-cking eo
n-gg-rs that hate me still come to my shows
shorty ain’t ready to f-ck up my wrist, give a f-ck about gold
straight to the money and back to the hood where they taking that money
we package the good and we ring up the money
you act like you good better sell you some money, hater

- diddy lyrics

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