A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Secrets Lyrics

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Secrets Lyrics

I can tell you not a fan
Listen baby, this a Lamborghini not a Benz
Once you come around [?] love is not here
Any time you hit me, I was never not there

I don’t wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel
Can I tell you something, I just hope you never tell
I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a 10
I don’t wanna do this s— again, aw man

I don’t wanna do this s— again, not again
Listen baby, this a Lamborghini not a Benz
I don’t even get the time to f— you on the weekends
Anytime you pull up on me baby, it’s a secret

I don’t wanna fight, I wanna f— you in Chanel
At least you can never tell me that I’m not real
How you telling everybody call another secret
Yea I know they wanna score on me, I’m playing defense

Stay away from the fakes
My n—-, stay away from the jakes
Heard them talking about, they wanna put my name on the plate
But I ain’t one
I just hope you n—– wear a hoodie when the rain comes

I just hope you n—– don’t think you really stainless
I just hope my n—– don’t ever, ever change on me
Aw, you really think you’re so official, I’m the same one
N—- telling me I fell off, since I came up

Babygirl, listen, you’re way better than a bartender
Told my n—–, just 10 toes, stand tall, yea
Know my n—– won’t ever, ever let me fall down
I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in

We tried to find 9-5’s, but we was all felons
I got richer, and I threw away my Margiela’s
They was jealous, I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
More money, more b——, I’m feeling marvelous

Now this some f—– up s—
But I starvin’ in it
No fussin’, just him em up, and no arguing
No runnin’, just spin the block, don’t you talk to them
My old b—— love me, and I don’t even f— with them

Look, I can tell you not a fan
Listen baby, this a Lamborghini not a Benz
Don’t you come around [?] love is not here
Any time you hit me, I was never not there

I don’t wanna do this s— again, not again
Listen baby, this a Lamborghini not a Benz
I don’t even get the time to f— you on the weekends
Anytime you pull up on me baby, it’s a secret

I don’t wanna fight, I wanna f— you in Chanel
At least you can never tell me that I’m not real
How you telling everybody call another secret
Yea I know they wanna score on me, I’m playing defense