Letra de Secrets (Remix) - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

(Feat. Mariah the Scientist)

I can tell you're not a fan

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz

Don't try to come around looking for love, it's not here (Yeah)

Any time you hit me, I was never not there

I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)

Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (Yeah)

I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten

I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man

I don't wanna do this shit again, not again

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz

I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends

Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret

I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel

At least you can never tell me that I'm not real

How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?

Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense

Stay away from the fakes (Stay away)

My nigga, stay away from the jakes

Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate

But I ain't one

I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come

I just hope you niggas don't think you really stainless

I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me

Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one

They been telling me I fell off since I came up

Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender

Told my niggas, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah"

Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga

I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in

We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons

I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas

They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous

More money, more bitches, I'm feeling marvelous

And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then

No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin'

No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them

My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them

Look

I can tell you're not a fan

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz

Don't you come around looking for love, it's not here

Any time you hit me, I was never not there

I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (Woah)

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (Yeah)

I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends

Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret

I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (Yeah)

At least you can never tell me that I'm not real

How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?

(Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing—)

You know what it is, why you never listen?

Come in through the front door, take me through the kitchen

Meet me in the back, take me through the alley

Know you want a bad girl, know you want a savage

Know that I can be that, you can't believe that

You could be a blind man, even you could see that

Runnin' through your mind and runnin' through the street next

Tell me the truth, nigga, can you keep a secret?

Baby, from my observations

You think I'm your lady, all of those expectations

But that just ain't the way it goes

And I just want you out them clothes tonight

I promise to take it slow

You can even take control this time

If you can keep your mouth closed

I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (Woah)

Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (Yeah)

I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends

Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret

I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (Yeah)

At least you can never tell me that I'm not real

How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?

Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense

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