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Xay - Secret Stuff Lyrics



Xay - Secret Stuff Lyrics




XAY, I told that there's no one that you can trust
They gon leave you by yo lonesome
They gon leave you in the dust
Watch the metal that you f*cking with cuz most of it got rust
Finna slay on all these monsters cuz I got the secret stuff

(Huh)I got the sauce, shop at Ross, I'm still a boss
Niggas wearing fake designer, think they hard but they be soft
These niggas think they got water, but my water really Voss
I got comfortable with winning, so relax an take the loss
Mane, it be like like that, the folks you never thought would leave, but they ain't hit you back
The folks you'd always think you'd need, but they ain't coming back
Nah f*ck that, we ain't on our knees fo them to come right back
You wanna sleep on me, by all means you can do that
Give us bout a year then you niggas gon want yo crew back
Not unless I take yo f*cking broad you'll want yo boo back
You carry drugs, I carry journals all in my book bag
In the Beamer switching lanes going fast fast fast
Life's our race, I'm always first an never last last last
I'm bout my business chasing checks I chase the cash cash cash
It's yo conscience, watch yo motherf*cking back back back
(Huh)

XAY, I told that there's no one that you can trust
They gon leave you by yo lonesome
They gon leave you in the dust
Watch the metal that you f*cking with cuz most of it got rust
Finna slay on all these monsters cuz I got the secret stuff

Aye, we coming up
An we never falling down
Like the movie up
When we took off off the ground
Yeah you know wassup
Yeah,I'm silenced off the loud
We got niggas autotuning think they masters t-pain sound
Man that's tragic
Plotting bout my future, hit the desk I plan it
Smoking on the crud, I left up off the planet
Got me feeling good, in my zone, yeah that plant hit
Got the seed of happiness, it's time to plant it
Niggas beefing they bout drama I can't stand it
Soy un jefe, go an translate all my spanish
XAY a mystery, Houdini, poof, vanish
No beef round here, so make yo self a f*cking sand which
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XAY, I told that there's no one that you can trust
They gon leave you by yo lonesome
They gon leave you in the dust
Watch the metal that you f*cking with cuz most of it got rust
Finna slay on all these monsters cuz I got the secret stuff

(Huh)I got the sauce, shop at Ross, I'm still a boss
Niggas wearing fake designer, think they hard but they be soft
These niggas think they got water, but my water really Voss
I got comfortable with winning, so relax an take the loss
Mane, it be like like that, the folks you never thought would leave, but they ain't hit you back
The folks you'd always think you'd need, but they ain't coming back
Nah f*ck that, we ain't on our knees fo them to come right back
You wanna sleep on me, by all means you can do that
Give us bout a year then you niggas gon want yo crew back
Not unless I take yo f*cking broad you'll want yo boo back
You carry drugs, I carry journals all in my book bag
In the Beamer switching lanes going fast fast fast
Life's our race, I'm always first an never last last last
I'm bout my business chasing checks I chase the cash cash cash
It's yo conscience, watch yo motherf*cking back back back
(Huh)

XAY, I told that there's no one that you can trust
They gon leave you by yo lonesome
They gon leave you in the dust
Watch the metal that you f*cking with cuz most of it got rust
Finna slay on all these monsters cuz I got the secret stuff

Aye, we coming up
An we never falling down
Like the movie up
When we took off off the ground
Yeah you know wassup
Yeah,I'm silenced off the loud
We got niggas autotuning think they masters t-pain sound
Man that's tragic
Plotting bout my future, hit the desk I plan it
Smoking on the crud, I left up off the planet
Got me feeling good, in my zone, yeah that plant hit
Got the seed of happiness, it's time to plant it
Niggas beefing they bout drama I can't stand it
Soy un jefe, go an translate all my spanish
XAY a mystery, Houdini, poof, vanish
No beef round here, so make yo self a f*cking sand which
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Writer: xavier hughey
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Written by: xavier hughey

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