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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Secrets (feat. Mariah the Scientist) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mariah the Scientist
Mariah the Scientist
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Dean Maola
Dean Maola
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Mixing Engineer
Mosaic
Mosaic
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer
Angad 'Bainz' Bains
Angad 'Bainz' Bains
Vocal Mixing Engineer

Letras

I can tell you're not a fan (tell you're not a fan) Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz Don't try to come around looking for love, it's not here (yeah) Any time you hit me, I was never not there I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('nel) Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (yeah) I said you were a dub, I meant to say you were a ten I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man I don't wanna do this shit again, not again Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel At least you can never tell me that I'm not real How're you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret? Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense Stay away from the fakes (stay away) My nigga, stay away from the jakes Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate But I ain't one I just hope you niggas wearing a hoodie when the rain comes I just hope you niggas don't think you're really stainless I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one They've been telling me I fell off since I came up Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender Told my niggas, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah" Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga (oh) I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we were all felons I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas They were jealous, when I copped a Richard, and they got more jealous More money, more bitches, I'm feeling marvelous And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then No fussing, just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin' No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them Look I could tell you're not a fan Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz Don't you come around looking for love, it's not here Any time you hit me, I was not there I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (woah) Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (yeah) I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (yeah) At least you can never tell me that I'm not real How're you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret? Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense You know what it is, why do you never listen? Come in through the front door, take me through the kitchen Meet me in the back, take me through the alley Know you want a bad girl, know you want a savage Know that I can be that, you can't believe that You could be a blind man, even you could see that Runnin' through your mind and runnin' through the street next Tell me the truth, nigga, can you keep a secret? Baby, from my observations You think I'm your lady, all of those expectations But that just ain't the way it goes I just want you out them clothes tonight I promise to take it slow You can even take control this time If you can keep your mouth closed I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (woah) Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (yeah) I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (yeah) At least you can never tell me that I'm not real How're you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret? Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Shaun Thomas, Dean Maola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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