| I can tell you’re not a fan
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| Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
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| Don’t try to come around looking for love, it’s not here (Yeah)
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| Any time you hit me, I was never not there (Yeah)
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| I don’t wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)
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| Can I tell you something? |
| I just hope you never tell (Yeah)
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| I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten
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| I don’t wanna do this shit again, aw, man
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| I don’t wanna do this shit again, not again
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| Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
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| I don’t even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
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| Any time you pull up on me, baby, it’s a secret
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| I don’t wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel
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| At least you can never tell me that I’m not real
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| How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
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| Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I’m playing defense
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| Stay away from the fakes (Stay away)
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| My nigga, stay away from the jakes
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| Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate
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| But I ain’t one
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| I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come
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| I just hope you niggas don’t think you really stainless
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| I just hope my niggas don’t ever, ever change on me
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| Oh, you really think you’re so official? |
| I’m the same one
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| They been telling me I fell off since I came up
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| Baby girl, listen, you’re way better than a bartender
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| Told my niggas, «Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah»
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| Know my niggas won’t ever, ever let me fall, nigga
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| I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in
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| We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons
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| I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas
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| They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
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| More money, more bitches, I’m feeling marvelous
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| And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then
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| No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain’t no arguin'
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| No runnin', just spin the block, don’t you talk to them
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| My old bitches love me, and I don’t even fuck with them
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| Look
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| I can tell you’re not a fan
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| Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
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| Don’t you come around looking for love, it’s not here
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| Any time you hit me, I was never not there
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| I don’t wanna do this shit again, not again (Woah)
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| Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (Yeah)
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| I don’t even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
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| Any time you pull up on me, baby, it’s a secret
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| I don’t wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (Yeah)
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| At least you can never tell me that I’m not real
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| How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
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| Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I’m playing defense (Defense) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Secrets, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Album song Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп