Secret
For twenty euro
I'm mixing the-the-the sound, what is the most long...
Drums
To take?
The drums
The drums?
I don't give a fuck about nothing else, you hear me?
Nothing, bro
Nothing, I don't care
It's all about the drums
The drums
Bro, don't fuck up the drums
I wanna send that text, but my pride won't let me
(No)
Tell her I miss her
Smile on her face, when I tell her she's sexy
(Got a smile on her face)
Violate me, I'ma take it to the max like Pepsi
(On my life)
He went 'round the ting, got left in a way
Big mistake, you get me?
I'm violent, but I got manners
(Yes)
I'm a businessman with hammers
(Yeah)
Took a private jet, no, I haven't
(No)
But I'm still gonna make it happen
(Yes)
Speak that into existence
Right now I'm in background planning
(Huh)
Most of my friends are in prison
(Free 'em)
Free all the guys out of London
(Free 'em up)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
(No one)
Don't phone me, if it ain't money
I probably won't answer the phone
(Damn right)
Fake love fades and real love shows
I thought they were friends
They were foes
(Fuck 'em)
Bro's got baddies
He's telling me, "Link up"
I ain't got time for no hoes
(I ain't got no time)
Why would I say man's name on a track, when he ain't even on my level?
(It don't make sense, huh)
I got big-boy racks
Them niggas signin' for shekels
(Shook them)
Them niggas' ice ain't icing
(No)
The jewellery I got is levels
(Bossin', even though I stayed)
Even though I stayed prayed up
Every day I roll with the devil
(Yes)
You know what that means when it goes off
(Huh)
This year I'm tryna take no loss
(No)
Most of these niggas my sons
(On God)
I don't answer to man
I'm my own boss
(Me)
He ain't ever there when it goes off
(No)
I only see man when it's litty
Where I come from real nitty gritty
(Yeah)
Trust me, the streets ain't pretty
(No)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
(No one)
Don't phone me, if it ain't money
I probably won't answer the phone
(Damn right)
Fake love fades and real love shows
I thought they were friends
They were foes
(Fuck 'em)
Bro's got baddies
He's telling me, "Link up"
I ain't got time for no hoes
(I ain't got no time)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
I ain't with the fake link ups
Probably won't answer my phone
Fake love fades and real love
Thought they were friends
They were foes
Even though I got her shaking nyash
I still ain't got time for the hoe
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
I'm mixing the-the-the sound, what is the most long...
Drums
To take?
The drums
The drums?
I don't give a fuck about nothing else, you hear me?
Nothing, bro
Nothing, I don't care
It's all about the drums
The drums
Bro, don't fuck up the drums
I wanna send that text, but my pride won't let me
(No)
Tell her I miss her
Smile on her face, when I tell her she's sexy
(Got a smile on her face)
Violate me, I'ma take it to the max like Pepsi
(On my life)
He went 'round the ting, got left in a way
Big mistake, you get me?
I'm violent, but I got manners
(Yes)
I'm a businessman with hammers
(Yeah)
Took a private jet, no, I haven't
(No)
But I'm still gonna make it happen
(Yes)
Speak that into existence
Right now I'm in background planning
(Huh)
Most of my friends are in prison
(Free 'em)
Free all the guys out of London
(Free 'em up)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
(No one)
Don't phone me, if it ain't money
I probably won't answer the phone
(Damn right)
Fake love fades and real love shows
I thought they were friends
They were foes
(Fuck 'em)
Bro's got baddies
He's telling me, "Link up"
I ain't got time for no hoes
(I ain't got no time)
Why would I say man's name on a track, when he ain't even on my level?
(It don't make sense, huh)
I got big-boy racks
Them niggas signin' for shekels
(Shook them)
Them niggas' ice ain't icing
(No)
The jewellery I got is levels
(Bossin', even though I stayed)
Even though I stayed prayed up
Every day I roll with the devil
(Yes)
You know what that means when it goes off
(Huh)
This year I'm tryna take no loss
(No)
Most of these niggas my sons
(On God)
I don't answer to man
I'm my own boss
(Me)
He ain't ever there when it goes off
(No)
I only see man when it's litty
Where I come from real nitty gritty
(Yeah)
Trust me, the streets ain't pretty
(No)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
(No one)
Don't phone me, if it ain't money
I probably won't answer the phone
(Damn right)
Fake love fades and real love shows
I thought they were friends
They were foes
(Fuck 'em)
Bro's got baddies
He's telling me, "Link up"
I ain't got time for no hoes
(I ain't got no time)
She gave me that
It's a secret
I can't let nobody know
I ain't with the fake link ups
Probably won't answer my phone
Fake love fades and real love
Thought they were friends
They were foes
Even though I got her shaking nyash
I still ain't got time for the hoe
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
Credits
Writer(s): Dorai Harrison, Valentino Angelo Salvi
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