Testo Secret Motives - YBN Blick feat. Jripey
Testo della canzone Secret Motives (YBN Blick feat. Jripey), tratta dall'album Whole World JTN
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Secret motives, puttin' down what I told ya
Sneaky grip, run a phone from all of them, put me for no club, can't break a stick
She like what I told 'em, no sun around, the big opp for the swing
She keep tryna argue on and on, whole time she just want dick
This bitch whacking, whacking, I record this group, you make me sick
Wake up and put it on, I go supreme in New York like a nigga
Pop out like who it is
At two years old, I was outside taking risks
I put the vacuum crisps
Please don't resist
Your dumb ahh will get sent
I rock expensive fashion
Only thing I miss is D.O. rich
Go D.O. on my kicks
Feel like a trip with Van Cleef on my bitch
Yo, yo, for Van Cleef on my bitch
Put a Cartier on my wrist
I'm the type that really put that shit on and I don't push no pics
Type it here like 30 times with Binary on, you know, switch
With my little heads, rhyme with the switch
Lego piece inside the stick, they get the shoe, thought that shit was glitch
Ha, ha, face on, I got a bling on my side with Gip the shoe
Got bullets, you cannot trace it
I want my bro gonna ride, got guns since he never got, you know, like the major
I'm the type put on the mat like Jason
P.T.S.D. for all them chases
Deep in the bar, my mind racing, gang
But I ain't got no flashlight
I don't steal no car no more, I rep that shit my pad like
Ain't begging no hold of staying, baby you gotta act right
I do what I wanna do
I wanna spend my cash with me
Gotta know these niggas ain't bulletproof
Secret motives that ain't what I told you, sneaky grip
Run a phone from all of them, put me for no club, can't break a stick
She like what I told 'em, no sun around, the big opp for the swing
She keep tryna argue on and on, whole time she just want dick
This bitch whacking, whacking, I record this group, you make me sick
Wake up and put it on, I go supreme in New York like a nigga
Pop out like who it is
At two years old, I was outside taking risks
I put the vacuum crisps
Please don't resist
Your dumb ahh will get sent
I rock expensive fashion
Only thing I miss is D.O. rich
Go D.O. on my kicks
Feel like a trip with Van Cleef on my bitch, nigga
When I'm out, I'm comfortable
I still got multiple
I'm tryna bump that bone with you
I feel untouchable
(When I'm out, I feel untouchable)
(Tryna bump the bone with you, I still got multiple)
(Yeah, I still got multiple)
(When I'm out, I'm comfortable, I feel untouchable)
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Writer(s): Israel Hobbs
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