Michael South, M.M.Dre - Secrets lyrics

For all my bros I`m mixing (Better mix that)
(For all my bros I`m mixing)
For my nice D she texting  (Better pick that)
(Pick that)
Jumping in puss I`m splashing (Splash, Aah)
Missing old times quit dashing (Nah nah)
(yeah)
Sick of this gram fake flexing (Fake flex)
Triggers went off no stressing (Nah nah)
(Ugh) better back up don`t test me
(Better pass that)
For the new cats feel sad no lessons

Walking outside what I saw drugs on
Wars war on drugs "Poppy"`s going
Watch the addicts get it more (get it more)
Smoked up brain the new religion
(Right right right)
Fucked up crooked feds they blind the vision
(Right right right)
Hometown`s dead corpses everywhere don`t


Stop them go ahead
I ain`t going back I found new
Ways to get the bread (Ugh)
Compos mentis shit you hear it in my music
So go and watch me do it
Still got shit to prove them

I know a girl who snorts herself
Till she don’t go no brain
And she don’t feel the same no more
Cause of all of that cocaine (O oh)
And I can’t help to hate myself
Cause that’s the shit I slang
Who got the fire nigga but I go the flame
She said baby I’m tired
Babygirl I feel the same
I think I wanna retire
But a nigga love the game
And we got work for hire
But that shit don’t taste the same
We aim for eyes or higher
My niggas got deadly aim

(Ahh woah) i be too turnt up tonight
(Too turnt up tonight)

When penny drop i spin the henny top
I roll that weed up
It’s like the friendly crop
I don’t throw seeds to any thot
Hoes is like fishes they flip and flop
Gucci sandals when I’m stepping out
I just fucked ya bitch and then I’m out
Did a route in that thing like an in and out
Qb’d that shit and then I sent it south
And I just blew up on some c4 shit aye
Smoke you out just like a Newport bitch aye
And she gone suck it if I pay her rent aye
My trap house kicking like a sensei
Blue face I only count it if it’s Benjies
Road rage I air it out up on the freeway
Both ways you better look em if you cross me
I pod the cost to be the
Boss this shit is costly paid


I know a girl who snorts herself
Till she don’t go no brain
And she don’t feel the same no more
Cause of all of that cocaine (O oh)
And I can’t help to hate myself
Cause that’s the shit I slang
Who got the fire nigga but I go the flame
She said baby I’m tired
Babygirl I feel the same
I think I wanna retire
But a nigga love the game
And we got work for hire
But that shit don’t taste the same
We aim for eyes or higher
My niggas got deadly aim

Yeah oh load roll (Ugh)
Wow wow no games in the frame
Drop them flames some more stanes
(When I go in) when I blow out
Spaz be run out lasers fall out
Speaking aloud (Ugh)
Haters watch out Ima drop out
How I got out you don`t know that
And I`ll never ever catching feelings really
But feeling like I go against
The world and acting different (Misfit)
So fuck all concepts fuck your
Concerts mind your business
Smiley faces you receive is faked
Out chasers like the Jason
Blood stained Pradas is a go to
When I go colossal that means
I went some shit through (yeah yeah)
Rare clips click spit shit hit (Pause)
Heat`s going without knowing show
How we be blowing

Going for the win smoked out with the steam
Where you think I`ve been with
My hoes and my team
Chasing wet dreams on the roll with keens
On the roll I be on the roll on the steam
Let the beat give you chiils
Let the life get you thrills
And it1s on like for real
And it`s on like for real
Let the beat give you chiils
Let the life get you thrills
And it`s on like for real
And it`s on like for real (yeah yeah)