CQL - DIDDY PARTIES (Audio)

Follow CQL:   / cqlmusic     / forev3rland   https://linktr.ee/cqlmusic LYRICS: He be in your nightmares Diddler, scared of the Diddler Bitch you better be, scared of the Diddler Doing you with the whole crew World's scariest babysitter, Diddler Don't dance with the Diddler Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Did he do it? Yes he did Pushing that P up in you and the kids Guilty as can be but foolish to quit They wanna fuck you more than to get rich Yeah they going in Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Ain't even sorry for the bodies they trafficking Just like Carti, nighttime's when they pouring in They playboys playing boys like a violin What the fuck's that noise but the lock's getting clicked You're just a body in time on his wrist If there was a crime, plain sight where it hit Kat Williams was right, now they listening Jane and John Doe have lost their innocence He spike a cocktail to tell you about a cocktail Write a remote mail to sell a remote male No it don't bode well to see him on Ellen Greeting a whole squad of children unsettling Can't check out of the Hollywood hotel Looking at Bieber, there's a reason he won't tell Billie is lucky her jeans ain't wholesale Oil ain't bulk at Costco, oh well When I was a kid I wanted to be famous Just to be famous Wrote this fucking album as a satire Life if I made it, too young, too jaded Stuck in my ways like a racist Idolize people like a dream vacation They R-rated cause the kids are rated Obsession with the youth ain't basic I am the booth, and I'm spitting like Reagan Truth is good we didn't get invited Just to be preyed on, look at him lying So many victims, so much silence Bet he kept the cops in his pocket Talk about him going ham on the pigs Walking around free he got 'em on vid Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Did he do it? Yes he did Pushing that P up in you and the kids Guilty as can be but foolish to quit They wanna fuck you more than to get rich Yeah they going in Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Ain't even sorry for the bodies they trafficking Just like Carti, nighttime's when they pouring in They playboys playing boys like a violin What the fuck's that noise but the lock's getting clicked Enough blackmail on a black male to blackball details, Hide blackballs going nuts on Chip and Dale Winnie the Pooh's butt slimy like a snail Joker to a Christian can't make bail, huh? What's with the Illuminati symbol we showing up If she Queen B, then she know that buzz J. Cole said she knows what's up I'm saying she campaigning right now to win back Love And when Puff ordered that hit on Tupac How did it get scraped under the rug? Car bomb on Cudi, no body, no luck He's still alive like Cierra She ain't see no era of peace Up until that settlement, the footage that leaked Bitches on blast thanks to TMZ One more thing, my bro Luigi got another meeting In the same prison, that boy a goat, standing on business He could take care of his health like a physician, Diddy would think, bitch, I could fix him Like an ice rink, freeze him, no mittens Bet you that CEO used to say this like politicians Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Like a SWAT team forced entry in his hips Did he do it? Yes he did Pushing that P up in you and the kids Guilty as can be but foolish to quit They wanna fuck you more than to get rich Yeah they going in Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Ain't no party like a Diddy party bitch Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Like a SWAT team force entry in his hips Ain't even sorry for the bodies they trafficking Just like Carti, nighttime's when they pouring in They playboys playing boys like a violin What the fuck's that noise but the lock's getting clicked Run, run, run, run, run for your life CREDITS: prod. Benihana Boy