Big Bank Black - Secret Lover lyrics

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feat. Trouble & Gucci Mane

[Chorus]

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 sideline man baby, I’ll be that

Now we can fly to the bitch and ball baby, ball baby

But I’m too black to get 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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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