Wayde - VULGAR.POETRY

If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
I had to sit 'cause I couldn't stand you motherfuckers
I got a fling, yeah I guess we're kinda summer lovers

I told him you ain't want a piece of me I told him back down
Report your secrets up on BBC I call that blackmale
You full of shit, like you ain't used the potty in a week
Mess with my bitch, you might just find your body in the streets

Death to all those who oppose me
You say you love me, don't tell me show me
On this dick you might be choking
Don't be upset, I'm only joking

I'm hard as fuck it's how I work it's how I wake up
I wear my tears up on my face don't need no fuckin' makeup
Don't need to say much, y'all know I fuckin' stay up
Can't hear the haters
I'm sorry - did you say sumn?

Big stacks, hoes and cars I'm getting in a beat
This track goes kinda hard, this shit be interesting
Intact soul in my heart, I found my inner peace
In fact no one apart from me is into me

Big stacks, hoes and cars I'm getting in a beat
This track goes kinda hard, this shit be interesting
Intact soul in my heart, I found my inner peace
In fact no one apart from me is into me

(If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
I had to sit 'cause I couldn't stand you motherfuckers
I got a fling, yeah I guess we're kinda summer lovers)

(If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
If we're making love in secret are we under covers?
I had to sit 'cause I couldn't stand you motherfuckers
I got a fling, yeah I guess we're kinda summer lovers )

Written by:
Victor Kao

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