My Little Secret Lyrics

I'ma fuck you & make you my secret

You gon' tell people & they won't believe it

Take a vid of me blowing out ya back

Ya friends be like

No way lets see it

All jealous they didn't get to feel it

They gon' text me

You better believe it

I'm slick like

A lambo, no fiat

My bro he pussy whipped

Free him

I'm whipping

I'm cooking up rock

I'm sipping

The sizzurp

The wock

I'm dripping

I'm covered in guap

We drinking

She whispered

I'm hot

She feeling

My leg up

My cock

She told me

She scared

To get caught

You can be my secret thot

Come here and get them backshots

You dressed up

Your makeup

Like barbie

My name

On ya tits

I use sharpie

All this purple rain

Skin color barney

We in the rolls royce

Sipping muddy

Never work no dollar

I got plenty

Let's take rips

A coca

No pepsi

Tell ya friend

To come party

She sexy

We'll fuck in the royce

No bentley

Bitch

I'm all in it

For pleasure

Eat pussy

Hannibal Lecter

No need to speak

Hellen keller

My life on a

4 week long bender

Wish my mom

Had raised me better

I raised myself

A go getter

It's raining outside

But you wetter

My heart been cold

Need a sweater

I'ma fuck you & make you my secret

You gon' tell people & they won't believe it

Take a vid of me blowing out ya back

Ya friends be like

No way lets see it

All jealous they didn't get to feel it

They gon' text me

You better believe it

I'm slick like

A lambo, no fiat

My bro he pussy whipped

Free him

I'ma fuck you & make you my secret

You gon' tell people & they won't believe it

Take a vid of me blowing out ya back

Ya friends be like

No way lets see it

All jealous they didn't get to feel it

They gon' text me

You better believe it

I'm slick like

A lambo, no fiat

My bro he pussy whipped

Free him

From the 306

To california

I'ma make it out

I'ma make it big

Sipping cough syrup

No pneumonia

Fuck a hater

Thanks mrs rosa

Sniffing on coca

No cola

Unique like lisa

No mona

My supplier he

Go by sosa

I got pills powder

And mota

How else do I get

All them hoes

It's not just cause

My neck froze

Girls love when

Snow up their nose

Girls love a man

With some dough

I'm someone who

Never goes broke

11 bands on

A palm angels coat

Kicks so clean

Where's the soap

My bag it carry

All that dope

I'ma fuck you & make you my secret

You gon' tell people & they won't believe it

Take a vid of me blowing out ya back

Ya friends be like

No way lets see it

All jealous they didn't get to feel it

They gon' text me

You better believe it

I'm slick like

A lambo, no fiat

My bro he pussy whipped

Free him