Secrets by Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Artist- Julius Dubose is a hip hop rapper, musician, and songwriter. He is currently signed to Highbridge the Label and Atlantic Records. Released June 19th, 2020, this song - Secrets, is a lead single for his debut album.

Lyrics

[Chorus]

I can 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 (Yeah)

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 was a dub, I meant to say you was 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 you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?

Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense

[Verse]

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 wear a hoodie when the rain come

I just hope you niggas don't think you 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 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

I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in

We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons

I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas

They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, 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 fussin', 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

[Chorus]

I can 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 never 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 you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?

Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense (Defense)