Macc Johnson

Secret Admirer (feat. Princesz Jasmine)

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I want your body, your mind, and your soul I'm diggin' deep like I'm lookin' for gold We keep it secret, nobody knows She wanna link right after my show I give her dick and her body explode Soaked up my sheets, had to f*ck on the floor Ran out of condoms, I'm hittin' it raw Pussy so wet, I could drink through a straw We take a break, then we back at it Head so dope, she'll crack at it I beat it up, she look back at it Yell out my name, call me Big Daddy Drunk off the Henny, we fuckin' for hours She drippin' wet like she fresh out the shower Soon as we done, we be smokin' the loudest Shorty the best, she deserve all the flowers That's my lil' bitch and she know it We hit the mall and we blow it Shorty be keepin' me focused I be on point in the open Grippin' & toten', one in the head when it's loaded Step out of line and I blow it Still rep the three when I'm rollin Just need to know if you rollin', yeah Boy, you should know that I've got you on my mind Your secret admirer I've got you on my mind Boy, you should know that I've got you on my mind Your secret admirer I've got you on my mind I'll be your secret admirer Like how you get deep when you climb up inside of her Yeah, nigga, I'm a big deal Be careful who you pullin' on my pigtails Don't worry about the next, cause I ain't speakin' I don't care about your friends, boy, you ain't leavin Kissin' on my neck, got a bitch leakin' Hurry up and come and put your beef in it Fuckin' on me while I'm fuckin' on you You do somethin' to me, tryna make you my boo Let's keep it low-key like nobody knew Let your ex know what's up, cause I'm grippin' a deuce, uh Bad lil' Pisces, bitch He buy me gifts, never lookin' at the price and shit, uh He ain't never on no triflin' shit This nigga got me actin' like somebody wife and shit, uh He don't know we just started, son Get it poppin' in the car, son Drop a bag in the mall, son When he leave, should I call or somethin' She don't know she just started, son Get it poppin' in the car, son He don't know we just started, son Get it poppin' in the car, son Boy, you should know that I've got you on my mind Your secret admirer I've got you on my mind Boy, you should know that I've got you on my mind Your secret admirer I've got you on my mind

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