Every Girls Secret
Every girls got her secret
I'm her number one
From her moms and pop
Man down to the son
I'll be kept in the dark
Found when the lonely heart
Has a itch for life
And it need that spark
Like hark
When they yell
But the stories don't tell
Just a moment of passion
40 on the hotel
On her breath
Got my name
On her body my scent
Words sayin that she loves me
Inside she repent
Like bent outa shape
But she still can't escape
Mamis tempted by words
Meant to captivate
On my back sees a cape
Super hero
Wanna plan the escape
I'm like a brown Schapiro
Rendezvous in the cut
Fuckin in the back seat
Radio up
Listening by black street
Back to base
The expressions on her face
Ever time that she leaves
In her mind she retrace
Eyy
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Hear the ring on the cell
Call from a pay phone
Ain't no number to tell
To never take a trace home
Keeps it on the dl
And we well
Quien sabe
She wanna touch up on my skin
Suave
Web cams at night
All focus on me
While she touch that tight
Where she want me right now
Yeah that alright
If her fam only knew
She my pure
Like white
More than just vison
But she's the only witness
Routines on my spot
Mamis not here for the fitness
Time she got a lot
A ain't down for no quickness
Clock hit the spot
Now its time to omit this
Cleaned up and so fresh
Ma's gotta dip
Pretend this ain't happen
And she don't know shit
Turn the page real quick
New spot in the diary
More words to say
How much she admire me
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Getting lifted together
With a bottle of drink
Every sip that you take
Makes it harder to think
Baby's hitting her brink
Getting close to propulsion
Telling me about shit
That will lead to expulsion
Put the fam in convulsion
If they ever knew about
No doubt
Her biggest secret
That she went the wrong route
Have to taste her own salt
Seas flow on her cheeks
On her mind nothing more than
Her lifes deceit
Put her back on her feet
Shes Fienen for the caress
She a mess
Me dice take her
Like the mic
That I bless
She want that Diablo thing
That take away stress
I'm all bolo
Lay her down to my sound
Like we danced a solo
On her mind
Though faded
She hits me up
With the facts
She attack with all her body
Mami she doesnt hold back
I'm every thing that she lack
Whispers in an embrace
I'm the taste
That makes a secret worth keeping in place
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
I'm her number one
From her moms and pop
Man down to the son
I'll be kept in the dark
Found when the lonely heart
Has a itch for life
And it need that spark
Like hark
When they yell
But the stories don't tell
Just a moment of passion
40 on the hotel
On her breath
Got my name
On her body my scent
Words sayin that she loves me
Inside she repent
Like bent outa shape
But she still can't escape
Mamis tempted by words
Meant to captivate
On my back sees a cape
Super hero
Wanna plan the escape
I'm like a brown Schapiro
Rendezvous in the cut
Fuckin in the back seat
Radio up
Listening by black street
Back to base
The expressions on her face
Ever time that she leaves
In her mind she retrace
Eyy
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Hear the ring on the cell
Call from a pay phone
Ain't no number to tell
To never take a trace home
Keeps it on the dl
And we well
Quien sabe
She wanna touch up on my skin
Suave
Web cams at night
All focus on me
While she touch that tight
Where she want me right now
Yeah that alright
If her fam only knew
She my pure
Like white
More than just vison
But she's the only witness
Routines on my spot
Mamis not here for the fitness
Time she got a lot
A ain't down for no quickness
Clock hit the spot
Now its time to omit this
Cleaned up and so fresh
Ma's gotta dip
Pretend this ain't happen
And she don't know shit
Turn the page real quick
New spot in the diary
More words to say
How much she admire me
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Getting lifted together
With a bottle of drink
Every sip that you take
Makes it harder to think
Baby's hitting her brink
Getting close to propulsion
Telling me about shit
That will lead to expulsion
Put the fam in convulsion
If they ever knew about
No doubt
Her biggest secret
That she went the wrong route
Have to taste her own salt
Seas flow on her cheeks
On her mind nothing more than
Her lifes deceit
Put her back on her feet
Shes Fienen for the caress
She a mess
Me dice take her
Like the mic
That I bless
She want that Diablo thing
That take away stress
I'm all bolo
Lay her down to my sound
Like we danced a solo
On her mind
Though faded
She hits me up
With the facts
She attack with all her body
Mami she doesnt hold back
I'm every thing that she lack
Whispers in an embrace
I'm the taste
That makes a secret worth keeping in place
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
Every girls got her secret
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Writer(s): Adiel Flores
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