tell me a secret
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
I peep shit
But never hate
All of my niggas elevate
Gotta choppa right to ya face
Secrets I can't hold
Real nigga still alive
Real nigga neva die
Real nigga don't survive in here
Long as I got u
hold me down
Just need you
To come around
Whenever that time due
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Like a dawg I been in
Tryna stack Benjamin's
But it cost way more cause ya heart untouched
All these niggas play pretend
Told her come hop in a Benz
I told just stay away cause that's fake love
Last nigga was a bitch
I was talking to her friend
He a goofy n she know what he did To her
Last nigga was a bitch
I was balling w a limp
They was playing me but nigga know I wasn't into that
I hear shit
Won't be shit
I'm the shit yea
Posted up in the south by the bricks yea
Posted on the gram w a whole lotta shit yea
Speak on my name watch ya mouth
I'm the shit yea
It get hickeit
Watch ya mouth gone get a blessing
Toe tagging you know that this shit get reckless
I'm speaking real shit
Nigga know
I got niggas cross the road
Real nigga move in silence
I can't let the world kno
These niggas acting like bitches
I can't let my bro fold
These bitches acting like niggas
Niggas acting like hoes
You don't know what I been thru
Hop out the car
N if I spray I got a issue
I got some blood up on my gun I need a tissue
They banging red
But wearing blue
What's the issue
I'm seeing through all of the flaws
I can't trust you
I'm heartbroken got some scars what's the next move
They acting petty
Got some broads
I connect them
Go get a pencil
And some paper imma test you
Me n my brudda slangin Rod
Brought it new new
Went to Miami
Wit da boyz
On curze
He acting stupid XD on em
I pull the trigger
Fantasying how to bleed on em
I got connections roun the world
Like a satellite
Make you bite the dust
I pull it out ya got a candle light now oh now
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
I peep shit
But never hate
All of my niggas elevate
Gotta choppa right to ya face
Secrets I can't hold
Real nigga still alive
Real nigga neva die
Real nigga don't survive in here
Long as I got u
hold me down
Just need you
To come around
Whenever that time due
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Like a dawg I been in
Tryna stack Benjamin's
But it cost way more cause ya heart untouched
All these niggas play pretend
Told her come hop in a Benz
I told just stay away cause that's fake love
Last nigga was a bitch
I was talking to her friend
He a goofy n she know what he did To her
Last nigga was a bitch
I was balling w a limp
They was playing me but nigga know I wasn't into that
I hear shit
Won't be shit
I'm the shit yea
Posted up in the south by the bricks yea
Posted on the gram w a whole lotta shit yea
Speak on my name watch ya mouth
I'm the shit yea
It get hickeit
Watch ya mouth gone get a blessing
Toe tagging you know that this shit get reckless
I'm speaking real shit
Nigga know
I got niggas cross the road
Real nigga move in silence
I can't let the world kno
These niggas acting like bitches
I can't let my bro fold
These bitches acting like niggas
Niggas acting like hoes
You don't know what I been thru
Hop out the car
N if I spray I got a issue
I got some blood up on my gun I need a tissue
They banging red
But wearing blue
What's the issue
I'm seeing through all of the flaws
I can't trust you
I'm heartbroken got some scars what's the next move
They acting petty
Got some broads
I connect them
Go get a pencil
And some paper imma test you
Me n my brudda slangin Rod
Brought it new new
Went to Miami
Wit da boyz
On curze
He acting stupid XD on em
I pull the trigger
Fantasying how to bleed on em
I got connections roun the world
Like a satellite
Make you bite the dust
I pull it out ya got a candle light now oh now
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
Tell me a secret baby
You don't know what you want
You don't know what you got oh lawd
Tell me a secret baby
You got no one to call
You got no one to cry hard too
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Writer(s): Rahshawn Smith
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