Secret Lover

Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

See I can be your man, baby, whoa
I can help you build your plan baby
I can hold your hand baby, never
I’ll be your sidelinе man baby, I’ll be that
Now we can fly to the bitch and ball baby, ball baby
But I’m too black to gеt a tan baby
I’m your number one fan baby
But ain’t my lady that’s a lovely nigga lady of mine
Come get your piece
If I had your hands I’d cut off my hands pimpin, chop em
Limping through magic, with that lean drippin, pimp, pimp
And fuckin you is wrong, don’t wanna be right, don’t wanna be right
I watch a good girl go bad right in front of my eyes
In front of my eyes

Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friend
Baby I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friend

I can be your secret lover, you can try me baby girl, on trouble, trouble
We ain’t gotta hit the scene, beein seen by them gossipin assholes
Or your hatin brother
I just wanna fuck your ass and keep it quiet
Late night, my late flight from deep inside it
Know you heard about the tree and you wanna climb it
You niggas say he getting money, why he hard to find it
Might as well get in my flavor
Might as well just keep this player
Stay secret lovers and let em come

Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl

They call me Gucci good, I don’t stay in a tree house
Your hoe don’t wanna go, try to hide under the couch
But everywhere you go, you always makin space for the bitch
She like a sign this …can’t get away from the bitch
I’m in the yellow pages, and I won’t try to pay for a bitch
Your hoe keep say you got them bitch, you need stay from the bitch
And plus them young niggas I ride with ain’t gonna play with the bitch
Think it’s a game and I’m just talking, you get a taste of this shit
But I’m giving you a hustle, ain’t go …
Cause what you kill is what you eat
Living in this jungle
And I lay pipe down every week
Just like a plummer
Your girl a really mad eater
Like jeffrey donvas

Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn fuck up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl