Lyrics No Secrets - Fat Trel
A
Meatchi
Board
admin
& bass
heads
got
me
feeling
like
no
secrets
fool
You
know,
slutty
boy
young
millionaire
and
all
that
A
Kevin,
turn
that
beat
up
for
me
though
You
know
how
that
go...
A...
A
listen,
it's
no
secrets
and
you
niggas
look
like
polices
Foreign
features
got
them
bitches
on
my
phone
geeking
She
Puerto
Rican,
I'm
rolling
I
don't
know
what
she
speaking
But
I
know
she
gleasing
I
must
be
freakneaking
for
the
weekend
We
tricking
children
Kick
em
like
FIFA
We
aint
interested
in
what
you
teaching
So
let
the
panel
know
we
back
the
commission
intact
In
all
black
bumping
Ricky
Ross
in
the
trap
A
certified
fool,
bitch
I'm
all
that
Tatted
up
dreads
way
under
the
skull
cap
I'm
feeling
special
that
W
on
my
ball
cap
I'm
from
where
they
catch
you
and
wet
you
up
with
a
marlet
X
and
Rosay
Now
what
I
call
that
My
beautiful
bliss
AKA...
Bitch
I'm
drunk
as
shit
I'm
on
my
shit
counting
dough
talking
on
the
phone
High
as
shit,
My
bitch
say
I
think
I'm
Pablo
And
I
do
the
dash
in
her
car
like
it's
mines
though
Screaming
you's
a
seat
belt
hoe,
& fuck
you
crying
for
We
lock
and
load
with
four
O's
We
gets
it
in
With
DE's
And
I
ain't
talking
Defensive
Ends
Dividends
in
women
where
I
be
swimming
in
If
you
owe
us
dough
and
you
get
ghost
We
killing
friends
We
killing
brothers
We
killing
mothers
We
killing
kids
That's
how
it
is
I'm
sorry
we
getting
it
how
we
live
No
Secrets
Nigga
1 No Secrets
2 Trappin Like a Fool
3 Deep Thought
4 Cold Blood
5 Freak a Melody
6 Cremate 'em
7 Just My Kinda Girl
8 U Playing
9 Fame & Fortune
10 Trel Got 'em Laughing
11 Patron in My Cup
12 Making G's
13 Champagne Wishes
14 Everybody Looking
15 U Don't Know Me
16 Throw It up
17 Olesdoit
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