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No Secrets
103
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Secrets was released on October 5, 2014 by Fat Trel as a part of the album No Secrets
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Release DateOctober 5, 2014
LabelFat Trel
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Trel
Fat Trel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martrel Reeves
Martrel Reeves
Composer

Lyrics

Aye Meechay
Boredom and a basehead got me feeling like no secrets fool
You know
Slutty boy young millionaire and all that
Aye Kevin turn that beat up for me though
You know how that go
Aye, aye listen
It's no secrets and you **** look like polices
Foreign features got them bitches on my phone geekin'
She Puerto Rican, I'm rollin', I don't know what she speakin'
But I know she gleesin', I must be freak-neekin' for the weekend
We trickin' chicken, my YM **** keep bitches creepin'
Kick 'em like FIFA, we ain't interested in what you teachin'
So let the panel know we back, the commission intact
In all black, bumpin' Ricky Ross in the trap
A certified fool, bitch I'm all that
Tatted up, dreads way under the skull cap
I'm feeling special, that W on my ball cap
I'm from where they catch you and wet you up where them all at
X and Rosé, now what I call that
My beautiful bliss, AKA bitch I'm drunk as shit
I'm on my shit, counting dough, talking on the phone
High as shit, my bitch say I think I'm Pablo
And I do the dash in her car like it's mine though
Screaming use your seatbelt hoe, and fuck you crying for?
We lock and load with four O's, we gets it in
With DE's, and I ain't talking defensive ends
Dividends and women where I be swimming in
If you owe up dough and you get ghost, we killing friends
We killing brothers, we killing mothers, we killing kids
That's how it is, I'm sorry we getting how we live
No secrets ****, why can't you hush your mouth?
If that ain't your girl, then what the fuck we fuss and cussing 'bout?
Rush 'em in and rush 'em out, stuff 'em in and bust 'em out
Fuck a dream, I'm 19 and **** getting crazy clout
I'm eating reed dollars, that's endless carry out
Philly cheese steaks, pineapples and grapes
Pink ace of spades, filet mignon steaks
New Jersey gambling in my hand, I hold Greg's fate
Went back to Philly in the club with the young guns
Leave in Philly, coppin' kushy from the young guns
You ain't did it 'til you coming from where I'm from
Then overcome and then do what the fuck I done
Then do it twice, you would swear I had two lives
Two homes, you would swear I had two wives
Bitch I'm a fool, you should call me don't do right
But the money long, so if I'm wrong then who's right?
Bitch I thought so, garage car show
Performance art show, all I write is Picasso's
Helicopter choppers, call 'em Petey Pablos
Rip you out your shirt and clothes, roll out with my eyes low
I go too far, I'm the shit
**** is MILFs, morons I like to forget
I'm on my shit, window tint, choke, endo
New dough, old game, Nintendos
Lorenzo with the Benzo, my kinfolk
Don't copy that, roger that, ten-four
I be the type to fuck with Pentagon for boredom
Then leave with alias, eat these and call 'em foursomes
See I cop 'em, rock 'em, take 'em back, Nordstroms
Make 'em send that paper back, they hate that, then more come
So who trippin'? Not I says the poor one
In the cut, rollin' doobies up, more fun
Hey mama, you should let me smoke with your son
And I bet he eats that pussy good and start collecting more guns
Slutty boys, fool squad, I run with morons
More paper, fuck my old haters, made more come
Damn Bob, where the fuck you get them cords from?
Make me smoke that haze and go crazy, reach for your gun
No secrets pussy, with secret moulage
She was amazed from the gate and there was 50 yards
Away from the garage and I swear to God
XXL magazine, bitch I'm too large
Yeah I'm from the hood bitch
And I love my disrespectfulness and all my hood shit
And I love my haters even more, like what's good shit?
I ain't seen you, where you been? Come fuck with your friend
Pussy ****, I done did it, you **** pretend
While you was saving, she was bathing with me and my man
And we had them junkies out there slaving and bringing 'em in
A animal out the cage, ain't no caging me in
Nosy neighbors geeking, calling polices again
'Til you pull that pistol out, **** call 'em again
Yeah, now call 'em again
****, **** call 'em again
Call 'em again
****, it's no secrets
Written by: Martrel Reeves
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