Secret Location lyrics

by

Keyshia Cole


[Verse 1]
See most n*ggas call they girl when they wanna give a di*k
My shawties call me when they wanna get a brick
Cause even when I'm not spitting I'm still that b*tch
In the the kitchen with that Pyrex Vision
And the way I chef up make you hang your connect up see
I guarantee to bring back extra
Take a buck thirty of white Make 200 hard and its butter
Plus 70 grand for Remy Ma
Oh god now that's a profit see I'm like a prophet
And see I'm a have all of my followers run through ya projects And smack the sh*t out of anybody
That's not on my di*k
See they planned and plotted
But what they forgot is I'm a lunatic
A crazy ass b*tch with not enough sense
But too much dollas
I pop the top right off of your f*cking collar...
Young Rem, easy you know who I be n*gga holla

[Chorus]
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
[Verse 2]
Now that's word to grandma I'll c*ck the hammer
On the block and blow ya face off in front of the camera
And plug that hole with ya little bandana
And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana
Look lil' homie yall really don't know me
Looking for the squad but see I'm by my lonely b*tches
Gon' pay like y'all motherf*ckers owe me like Puff and Mase
Can't nobody hold me down from the boogy Bronx style with my hoodie
Got pounds of the brown right on the boulevard
Getting so down in that motherf*cking tittie bar
Like f*ck these b*tches I'm tryna get p*ssy
And I'm not gay so f*ck ya body-ody
Look around it's a sausage party
When I pull up in the pink Benz
With the powder pink Tims on 22 inches half black chink
Friends hop out with the pink tims
Laced with the mink trim platinum with the pink Jims
What y'all gon' think then? Bet you gon' love Rem
Y'all wanna f*ck Rem
But y'all was saying, "f*ck Rem"
So now y'all just f*cked up

[Chorus]
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
[Verse 3]
I ain't too hard
These broads is just too easy
That's why everytime I rhyme I be doing 'em greasy
Please believe me I'm hot no matter the season I spit
So sick the track be sneezing hook be coughing
Got the whole studio freezing if you hit me and I hit you
We still ain't even 'cause I'm not leaving 'til you stop
Breathing ain't nothing worst than getting popped for no reason
I wanna see shot laid out just leaking ya words
Can't come out cause ya mouth keep bleeding ya
Tanktop burgundy white tee burgundy
I know yall b*tches wishing that them n*ggas would've murdered me
Remy Ma
You know me if not you heard of me
The reason you gon' have to invest in plastic surgery
I'm good with a hood n some tims, f*ck burglary
My weed is on the island and my guns is out in Germany

[Chorus]
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
I just copped a lil' crib in the secret location, laced it
Put a strip pole in the basement
Never keep the guns the same place where the safe is
Neva keep the funds the same place where the base is
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