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Vicky Secrets Video (MV)




Performed By: Chanelica
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Joyce Ellen, Allen Carter




Chanelica - Vicky Secrets Lyrics
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Look me in my eyes and tell me I ain't raw
I like when he tipsy, get to taking my Vicky Secrets off
I'm the hottest artist, bitch, no cap, these other bitches soft
All that rah rah talkin' out yo neck get you outlined in chalk
He peep the walk, he say it's stank, I just left out the bank
I up my rank, these niggas broke, he tryna feed me beans and franks
Hell naw, his money small, he can't buy me shit out the mall
He can't get shit from me at all, my flow so cold, I'm takin' halls
Bitch, I'm so fly, I'm takin' off, I put it on, he take it off
He in my holes like playin' golf, like a Kit-Kat, he break me off
Para de correr atrás de mim, eu já te falei que foi s um lance
Uma noite nada mais, no quero mais, aproveitei, eu curti, eu gostei
Sequa eu no repito figurinha, ento vamos seguir a vida
Segue a vida, para de me ligar, no, no, vou te atender
No, para de ligar, ento vamos curtir a vida
Drop the pen, where you at again? I'm on the way
You better be ready, you know that I mean what I say
You know I don't like when you push me away
I'm tryna make you my daddy today
I flip the bag and every wish away
I'm not with the games, he know I don't play
He know where I stay, he pull up driveway, he pull it right away
He in it night and day, I got the right away, I'm turnin' this away
That nigga gon' do everything that I tell him to do
He gon' do everything that I say
That nigga gon' do what I tell him to do
I make him kneel down and wipe off my shoes
He sing to this pussy like 70's blues
He be lookin' for me like Blue's Clues
I'm fresh as a bitch like brand new shoes
I shoot the scene up like photo shoot
Her head full of air like a parachute
He shot his shot and missed and I said "shoot, dang, f*ck" better luck next time
Big diamond on my fist like Rock Climb
Can't cash app me how I chime time
Every bitch with me is divine
I'm in the front where you can't skip a line and that's why you have to rewind behind
I dropped a new album, they don't skip no track and that's cause they know that I don't cap (facts)
Every time that I am on the track they know I'm gonna state big facts
I like the way that they react
They overreact
They never heard shit like this
Or like that
Look what that's gotten me
He rottens me, I'm such a brat
Bitches be actin' like they won't beef, but watch me cook
I boil'em like brats
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Look me in my eyes and tell me I ain't raw
I like when he tipsy, get to taking my Vicky Secrets off
I'm the hottest artist, bitch, no cap, these other bitches soft
All that rah rah talkin' out yo neck get you outlined in chalk
He peep the walk, he say it's stank, I just left out the bank
I up my rank, these niggas broke, he tryna feed me beans and franks
Hell naw, his money small, he can't buy me shit out the mall
He can't get shit from me at all, my flow so cold, I'm takin' halls
Bitch, I'm so fly, I'm takin' off, I put it on, he take it off
He in my holes like playin' golf, like a Kit-Kat, he break me off
Para de correr atrás de mim, eu já te falei que foi s um lance
Uma noite nada mais, no quero mais, aproveitei, eu curti, eu gostei
Sequa eu no repito figurinha, ento vamos seguir a vida
Segue a vida, para de me ligar, no, no, vou te atender
No, para de ligar, ento vamos curtir a vida
Drop the pen, where you at again? I'm on the way
You better be ready, you know that I mean what I say
You know I don't like when you push me away
I'm tryna make you my daddy today
I flip the bag and every wish away
I'm not with the games, he know I don't play
He know where I stay, he pull up driveway, he pull it right away
He in it night and day, I got the right away, I'm turnin' this away
That nigga gon' do everything that I tell him to do
He gon' do everything that I say
That nigga gon' do what I tell him to do
I make him kneel down and wipe off my shoes
He sing to this pussy like 70's blues
He be lookin' for me like Blue's Clues
I'm fresh as a bitch like brand new shoes
I shoot the scene up like photo shoot
Her head full of air like a parachute
He shot his shot and missed and I said "shoot, dang, f*ck" better luck next time
Big diamond on my fist like Rock Climb
Can't cash app me how I chime time
Every bitch with me is divine
I'm in the front where you can't skip a line and that's why you have to rewind behind
I dropped a new album, they don't skip no track and that's cause they know that I don't cap (facts)
Every time that I am on the track they know I'm gonna state big facts
I like the way that they react
They overreact
They never heard shit like this
Or like that
Look what that's gotten me
He rottens me, I'm such a brat
Bitches be actin' like they won't beef, but watch me cook
I boil'em like brats
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Writer: Joyce Ellen, Allen Carter
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