Big Bank Black - Secret Lover lyrics

[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