Square - Secrets lyrics

[Intro] Ay cameraman, give me an up and over, n***a I'm 'bout to run this b**h [Hook] Baby we can keep this thing on the low No one gotta know, when a n***a come through See, I just wanna f** you And you just wanna f** me - our secret creepin' Know a n***a got a ho And she got a home, that she gotta go to See, I just wanna f** you And you just wanna f** me - our secret creepin' [Verse 1] These n***as think their b**h ain't cheatin' She in the club every week deceivin' them Hangin' out with Toneisha and them All in V.I.P. tryin to meet a new G with them Yeah n***a, yo' relationship right But your b**h got a dick on the side You fell in love so she know what you about You don't get her high, always on time She need a n***a that's gon' f** her brains out Send her home, put her p**y in your mouth n***as get comfortable, fall in love They don't wanna f** no mo', they cuddlin' up But see your wife is a s*ut, she's just tryin' to nut She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one So on the other hand she plan to get done By a n***a who tell a lil' some'n some'n like [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't get mad at Obie This is, harsh reality your broad's a freak She wanna get it in wit'cha homie Trust me, behind your back this week Behind her lunch break there's a meet Behind all that it's a low-key freak But baby don't get it twisted, us n***as is dogs It takes five minutes to f**, back onto y'all Catch him up, naw, but you seen what you saw That n***a say "It wasn't me" He gets puss like around the clock Wife ain't watchin' n***as bouncin' on the twat Even Peter boy diggin' it out All on the countertops drillin' the trout f**ed up thing babe it's your bridesmaid This ain't J. Springer, this is Obie [Hook] [Verse 3] n***a had his share of broads involved But when they hit the gan' they just start to bawl They say, "I don't know why I got your balls in my jaws My man take care of the fam, no flaws" No psychiatric visit b**h can help ya You just like dicks in your throat, helpless n***as come through, beat up your pelvis Then you run back to whom think you precious At home she like Aunt Jemima All alone she like anacondas Your man want answers, why play me dishonest? Then he seek counsellin' to keep Pocahontas n***as pokin' holes in there homie, be honest You got a ho fo' sho' for a Madonna Dudes don't recognize the drama 'Til another n***a get his thighs, got her and tell her [Hook]