Lyrics Undercover (feat. Chris Brown & J Cole) - DJ Drama , Chris Brown

Baby, I won't tell if you won't tell
I mean we can keep on a hush hush
Lemme show you

I ain't gonna lie, I'm fiening cuz I need it
And I'm diggin' you alot
Now you still catchin' feelings but I'm feeling on your spots
No kiddin' when I hit it, I'll be lickin' on ya spine
Playin' wit ya mind
I ain't gonna stop when I'm finished I be in it
I be fuckin' wit the lights on, that's the shit that I'm on
Give it all I got, your body and my body

We'll be feelin', scratchin', screamin, oh

(Hey shawty)
Where we going?
Nobody has to know but you
Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover, cover
(Hey shawty)
Where we going? (Ay)
Nobody has to know but you

Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover, cover

One thing you should know about me is I never play to lose
Always aim high and rarely obey the rules
Never tell my business, if I did, it'd make the news
They say time is like money, you should come and pay your dues
And come and kick it, can I get a minute, maybe an hour

Would you let me peek my head in for a second while you shower
I bet you got some real good power if you feel me
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, you know just what's gon' heal me, baby

(Hey shawty)
Where we going?
Nobody has to know but you
Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover
(Hey shawty)

Where we going? (Ay)
Nobody has to know but you
Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover

I said excuse me, Mrs. Officer can you go undercover for me
Ain't enough liquor in yo cup, let the waitress in then let her pour it up
I'm tryna get you drunk as fuck
Take her to my crib then I lock in them handcuffs
Panties off, stupid booty
Ready for war, call of duty
She said I got the right to remain silent
And I gotta give it to her rough but I better not get violent, ha!
Girl my chain feel like an anchor
And when I told you to use your head
I ain't want you to be no thinker
And we ain't gone waste this drink up
These haters all like hankers
When I'm countin' all this paper

And my ear shine like twinkle, twinkle
Big star, get my car, I valet that
You a weak nigga, pussy in the street cuz you're alley cat
And I'm loyal to my fans because I love them
So girl if you a fan, you can meet me undercover like

(Hey shawty)
Where we going?
Nobody has to know but you
Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover
(Hey shawty)
Where we going? (Ay)
Nobody has to know but you
Ain't nobody gone see you
Undercover, cover, cover