Secrets Lyrics

[Intro:]
'Ey, cameraman! Give me an up and over, nigga!
I'm 'bout to run this bitch. [beat starts] [10 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus:]
Baby, we can keep this thing on the low!
No one gotta know, - when a nigga come through.
See? I just wanna fuck you,
An' - you just wanna fuck me! - Our secret creepin'.
Know a nigga got a hoe!
And she got a home, - that she gotta go to.
See? - I just wanna fuck you
An' - you just wanna fuck me! - Our secret creepin'.

[Verse 1:]
These niggaz think they bitch ain't cheatin'!
She in the club every week deceivin' 'em.
Hangin' out with Toneisha and 'em,
All in V.I.P. tryna meet a new G with 'em.
Yeah, nigga; yo' relationship riiight,
But your bitch got a dick on the siiide!
You fell in love so she know what you aboouut,
You don't get her hiiigh. - Always on tiiime!
She need a nigga that's gon' fuck her brains oouut,
Send her home, put her pussy in your moouuth.
Niggaz get comfortable, fall in love;
They don't wanna fuck no mo'. - They cuddlin' up!
But see? Your wife is a slut, she's just tryna nut;
She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one.
So on the other hand she plan to get done by
A nigga who tell a lil' some'n some'n liiike!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Don't get mad at Obie!
This is - harsh reality, your broad's a freak!
She wanna get it in witcha homey,
Trust me! Behind your back, there's a week.
Behind her lunch break, there's a meet;
Behind all that it's a low-key freak.
But baby, don't get it twisted, us niggaz is thugs,
It takes five minutes to fuck, - back onto y'all!
Catch him up? - Naw! But you seen what you saw;
That nigga say: "It wasn't me! "
He gets puss like around the clock,
Wife ain't watchin', niggaz bouncin' on the twat.
Even Peter boy diggin' it out,
All on the countertops drillin' the trout!
Fucked up thing, babe it's your bridesmaid.
This ain't J. Springer! - This is Obie.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Nigga had his share of broads involved,
But when they hit the gan', they just start to bawl.
They say: "I don't know why I got your balls in my jaws."
"My man take care of the fam'. - No flaws! "
No psychiatric visit bitch can help ya;
You just like dicks in your throat, - helpless!
Niggaz come through, beat up your pelvis,
Then you run back to whom think you precious.
At home, she like Aunt Jemima;
All alone she like anacondas.
Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
Then he seek counsellin' to keep Pocahontas.
Niggaz pokin' holes in there homey, be honest!
You got a hoe fo' sho' for a Madonna!
Dudes don't recognize the drama,
'Til another nigga get his thiiighs, got her and tell her...

[Chorus] [beat stops]

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