Obie Trice - Secrets

[Intro] Ay cameraman, give me an up and over nigga I'm 'bout to run this bitch [Hook] 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 ho 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' [Obie Trice] These niggas think their 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 Niggas 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 [Hook] [Obie Trice] 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 niggas 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' niggas 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 [Hook] [Obie Trice] 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 Niggas 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 Niggas pokin' holes in there homie, be honest You got a ho fo' sho' for a Madonna Dudes don't recognize the drama 'Til another nigga get his thighs, got her and tell her [Hook]