Whoops Diddy Did It Again

🎵 Oops… he did it again… 🎵

(sassy autotuned echo)

Another NDA… another jet… another bottle of baby oil on the steps

(voice fades in like a voicemail)

“Hi, you’ve reached legal. Leave a message after the scandal.”

Dead Love Drive… welcome to the mansion.

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Moonwalked out the courtroom, no fingerprints

But 10 more rumors in the group chat rinse

Private island, passport clean

But everybody know what them cameras seen

VIP list got ghosts and ghouls

Penthouse suite with unwritten rules

Came with a robe and a tray of drinks

Left with trauma and conspiracy links

Cash in the mattress, files in the floor

Silk sheets squealin’ like a horrorcore score

Lights out quick when the feds say “boo”

But the smile still shinin’ on Pay-Per-View

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🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Another party turned CNN

Another “friend” with a flashback grin

Whole damn world yellin’ “NOT AGAIN!”

🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Covered it up with gold and gin

When the truth knocked, he ain’t let it in

“I swear on my yacht, I ain’t sinned.”

(Background vocal: “You can’t make this sht up!”*)

(Echo: “Oops…”)

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Ayo, big bag, hush hush

Another headline get swept with a blush

Girls ain’t talkin’ for the Gucci clutch

Boys ain’t walkin’ ‘cause the payout’s lush

Every case got the same old notes

“I was there… but I ain’t got quotes.”

Flyin’ private while the secrets bleed

In a house full of mirrors and a vault of greed

The maid got questions, the chef saw things

The walls got eyes and the beds got swings

And every week it’s a brand new claim

But somehow the lawyers all play the same game

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🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Ghosted the press like a Houdini twin

Threw a party in a hurricane

Then swore on his label “it’s all fake pain”

🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Media blackout — spin and spin

Truth on the floor, right under the gin

But the beat goes on with a twisted grin

(Ad lib: “This mansion got more ghosts than a Conjuring flick!”)

(Glitch echo: “Oops… again… again… again…”)

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She said:

“He brought me roses and ruin.

He poured champagne in my doubt.

He whispered ‘fame’ like a love song…

Then vanished when the truth came out.”

(beat drops back in)

Now they searchin’ the pool with drones

Now he tweetin’ from six different phones

Now they whisperin’ “cover-up clone”

But the NDA’s stacked like Game of Thrones

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🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Swore on the Bible, then called his friends

One flew to Paris, one hit the bends

The other said “bro, it never ends!”

🎵 Whoops Diddy did it again 🎵

Flashed that smile, said “tell your friends”

This ain’t a story — this a trend

Where baby oil meets the bitter end

(Final drop – glitch echo and whispered ad lib)

“You can’t make this sh*t up…”

(Female voice: “Oops…”)

Dead Love Drive.