Secrets

[Intro]

Ay cameraman, give me an up and over nigga

I'm 'bout to run this bitch

Baby we can keep this thing on the low

No one gotta know, when a nigga come through

See, I just wanna fuck you

And you just wanna fuck me - our secret creepin

Know a nigga got a hoe

And she got a home, that she gotta go to

See, I just wanna fuck you

And you just wanna fuck me - our secret creepin

These niggaz think they bitch ain't cheatin

She in the club every week deceivin them

Hangin out with Toneisha and them

All in V.I.P. tryin to meet a new G with them

Yeah nigga, yo' relationship right

But your bitch got a dick on the side

You fell in love so she know what you about

You don't get her high, always on time

She need a nigga that's gon' fuck her brains out

Send her home, put her pussy in your mouth

Niggaz get comfortable, fall in love

They don't wanna fuck no mo', they cuddlin up

But see your wife is a slut, she's just tryin to nut

She wanna get rammed but her man ain't the one

So on the other hand she plan to get done

by a nigga who tell a lil' some'n some'n like

Don't get mad at Obie

This is, harsh reality your broad's a freak

She wanna get it in wit'cha homie

Trust me, behind your back this week

Behind her lunch break there's a meet

Behind all that it's a low-key freak

But baby don't get it twisted, us niggaz is dogs

It takes five minutes to fuck, back onto y'all

Catch him up, naw, but you seen what you saw

That nigga say "It wasn't me"

He gets puss like around the clock

Wife ain't watchin niggaz bouncin on the twat

Even Peter boy diggin it out

All on the countertops drillin the trout

Fucked up thing babe it's your bridesmaid

This ain't J. Springer, this is Obie

Nigga had his share of broads involved

But when they hit the gan' they just start to bawl

They say, "I don't know why I got your balls in my jaws

My man take care of the fam, no flaws"

No psychiatric visit bitch can help ya

You just like dicks in your throat, helpless

Niggaz come through, beat up your pelvis

Then you run back to whom think you precious

At home she like Aunt Jemima

All alone she like anacondas

Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?

Then he seek counsellin to keep Pocahontas

Niggaz pokin holes in there homie, be honest

You got a hoe fo' sho' for a Madonna

Dudes don't recognize the drama

'til another nigga get his thighs, got her and tell her