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letra de secret - skooly

[chorus: skooly]
gotta keep her, pound of reefer
i get it, i drive a forin feature
she conceited, damb diva
she ain’t perfect, she just got some forin features
wearin shoes, not adidas
move the work, nice to meet you
hard to reach you, jump in the beatle
protect my body from the thotties, quiet, a secret

[verse 1: skooly]
not tryna start with n0body, that rocket goin guard my body
young n-ggas in charge, don’t start
start no problem
westside n-gga, that’s my n-gga
krip, yeah n-gga
superhero n-ggas, deadshot k!ller
headshot k!ller, wrist up, n-gga
deadstar bullits, this cop k!ller

[verse 2: lil duke]
you gotta believe it, just keep it a secret
you wanna a verse, i gotta tax, he want a feature
never sat in the bleachers, 808 in my speakers
she ate my d-ck, she said she don’t eat meat, said she a vegan
got her to suck on my d-ck, b-tch, i’m on the milage, and i’m geeked
not from the chi, but you tweekin
look at my racks, they increasing
b-tch, i’m with skooly, and i’m toatin the tooli
ride with the rolli, young n-gga, and i’m ruthlis
she suck the d-ck like she toothless

[verse 3: young marley]
i’m doin this sh-t on the daily, cause i gettin these cheques and that paper
designer, draped in the latest, f-ckin these hoes, ain’t no way i can save her
never drippin, too much of a player
to be cuffin these hoes, loving these hoes, trustin these hoes, purpin these hoes
in love with the paper, you know how it goes
different type of planet, b-tch
bankrolls, pockets kinda crookid
super head, she the sickest
you know that i’m street, straight out of the trentches
scotty roll, only f-ckin with players
pourin 4, cookie smoke in the air
cookies and lotto, in the cab, like i hit the lotto

[verse 4: skippa da flippa]
flippa!
protect me, i bust it down if you let me
ice on me, like wayne gretsky
50k tmorrow, i made her just swallo
all your pieces hollo, mine came in heavy
you need her, my aap look like a freazer
pop a seel, drop in the lieder
i kick the b-tch out, right after i please her
ra engin, i got a 2 seater
i stay dressed down in gucci
ready to make me a movie
i go up on a tuesday, walk around with them ks and them uzis
took her to an uber, she blew me
no lie, listen, we have no time
i pay the crew guy for new tires
b-tches be hatin, hoes be f-ckin
they don’t get nothin, except for d-ck for m
flippa!

- skooly

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