Lyrics:
and not by your sight Prof
All of your rules we don’t comply
We party hard like the 4th of July
I am the truth devil’s a lie
My fire works as burst through
jumping like Kermit
I'm calling up Guapo, we go get that nacho
We pull up like the Secret Service
Rolling up cookies and Backwoods
Stuffing my weed like
you gonna)
Talk to me. (Just like you need to)
Talk to me. (Baby, I will receive you)
Every secret you know that I'll keep it.
(Ain't I good to you
should know yea!
On me yea I want, I want you on me on me it's just something that you should know yea!
Written by: Matthew Evans, DJ Marcus El,
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
keep it Keep it on the low, keep it on the floor, keep
it on the floor
Sneak you in and out the house so that we
can fuck around Every weekday so your
thighs
I can keep our secret I won't tell my guys
One more time, yeah, one more time, yeah
Kiss up on your body, make you fall in love
The way that
crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By
a manner.
No time to be shy! And don't be afraid.
"We are our desires," as told by Freud.
Keep calm, sweetheart.
We are who we are.
You can
spaghetti
That's why I told her that I ate already
Oh shmack, the hell?
Ay yo, ay yo, check this out
Yo, after we parted that's when trouble started
secet lover
Yeah thats my superstar
My secret lover
My super star
Keep it on the low
And we can take it far
She like me
Open up and die me
Pull me inside
home again
Though he's gone forever
Don't mention my heartache
'cause I don't want nobody to know, no, no, no
Just keep it a secret that he let me go
Death to all who oppose
Doors open and close
Swear that used to have me heated, just the way that it goes
So I assume formlessness(yes, yes)
Keep it
gangsta but we hoe'd him
Keep the Glock inside my jeans, I don't wear no fanny pack, if you said some 'bout Eli, boy you better stand on that
Man you better
and tell you what you know!
That you're in too deep and you can quite keep your secrets one and all
We might just make it after all
On our own
We might
Yeah it's that time again
Where we link up for a night of romance
Just you and I looking up at the sky
Lying side by side with our toes in the sand
That go by smooth
And have them singing bow ties blues
From trying to convince the world to download my tunes
To getting straight stares from some cross
independent like that man I'm all by my lonely I'm makin' the calls like a ref
Keep to myself on occasion but you know I'm in the booth
Where I be
You cannot
tell me can you feel it while the looks that your giving me are feeling that your feeling me
i can keep a secret boo just to be alone and get next to you
Cause we got unfinished business
And when we done roll a spliff up girl
Im about to go
But you know
My number holla at me
Written by: Quindell Evans
about us
You and I we got a secret love
I want you, I know that you want me
We gotta keep our thing a secret love baby
I want you, I know that you want
bigger bucks
They thought I was Mike Evans
Keep that blicky wit me
I can't be caught in the rear view
You a man you ain't God
I don't fear you
If you ever
the secret only if we can keep it
If we let 'em all in that just takes the fun out of it
Thought it'd be over by the end of the summer (summer)
But now
something better than
Messing with folks that’s better
We both know
We only need to come together brother
Aint nothing better
Than being better together
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