[Chorus]
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
See I can be your man, baby, whoa
I can help you build your plan baby
I can hold your hand baby, never
I’ll be your sideline man baby, I’ll be that
Now we can fly to the b**h and ball baby, ball baby
But I’m too black to get a tan baby
I’m your number one fan baby
But ain’t my lady that’s a lovely n***a lady of mine
Come get your piece
If I had your hands I’d cut off my hands pimpin, chop em
Limping through magic, with that lean drippin, pimp, pimp
And f**in you is wrong, don’t wanna be right, don’t wanna be right
I watch a good girl go bad right in front of my eyes,
In front of my eyes
[Chorus]
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friend
Baby I can be your man, and I’d rather be your sideline friend
I can be your secret lover, you can try me baby girl, on trouble, trouble
We ain’t gotta hit the scene, beein seen by them gossipin a**holes
Or your hatin brother
I just wanna f** your a** and keep it quiet
Late night, my late flight from deep inside it
Know you heard about the tree and you wanna climb it
You n***as say he getting money, why he hard to find it
Might as well get in my flavor
Might as well just keep this player
Stay secret lovers and let em come
[Chorus]
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
They call me Gucci good, I don’t stay in a tree house
Your hoe don’t wanna go, try to hide under the couch
But everywhere you go, you always makin space for the b**h
She like a sign this …can’t get away from the b**h
I’m in the yellow pages, and I won’t try to pay for a b**h
Your hoe keep say you got them b**h, you need stay from the b**h
And plus them young n***as I ride with ain’t gonna play with the b**h
Think it’s a game and I’m just talking, you get a taste of this sh**
But I’m giving you a hustle, ain’t go …
Cause what you k** is what you eat
Living in this jungle
And I lay pipe down every week
Just like a plummer
Your girl a really mad eater
Like jeffrey donvas
[Chorus]
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl
Let me take your mind to gutta girl, gurra girl, gutta girl
We gonn f** up all the covers girl
You need to open up them thighs,
Let me hop off deep inside
I can be your secret lover girl, secret lover girl