Secrets
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie Lyrics


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I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
Don't try to come around lookin' for love, it's not here (yeah)
Any time you hit me, I was never not there (yeah)
I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)
Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (yeah)
I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten
I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man
I don't wanna do this shit again, not again
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playin' defense

Stay away from the fakes (stay away)
My nigga, stay away from the jakes
Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on a plate
But I ain't one
I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come
I just hope you niggas don't think you really stainless
I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me
Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one
They been telling me I fell off since I came up
Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender
Told my niggas, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah"
Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga
I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in
We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons
I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas
They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
More money, more bitches, I'm feelin' marvelous
And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then
No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin'
No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them
My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them
Look

I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
Don't you come around lookin' for love, it's not here
Any time you hit me, I was never not there
I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (whoa)
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (yeah)
I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (yeah)
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real




How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playin' defense (defense)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of A Boogie Wit da Hoodie's song "Secrets" are about a turbulent relationship. The singer is addressing his partner, saying that he knows she is not a real supporter of his music. He tells her that he is not interested in a serious relationship and he does not want to get into any arguments. The singer also admits that he has made some mistakes in the past, but he is moving on from them. He hopes that his partner understands that he is real and he is playing defense against those who want to hurt him.


The lyrics of this song reflect the real-life struggles of the artist. A Boogie has had a tumultuous background, growing up in poverty in the Bronx. His early life was marked by violence and crime, and he has said that music has been his way out.


Line by Line Meaning

I can tell you're not a fan
I can sense that you don't truly support me or my music


Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
I want you to know that I have expensive tastes and expect to be treated accordingly


Don't try to come around lookin' for love, it's not here (yeah)
Don't try to get close to me in hopes of starting a romantic relationship because it's not what I'm looking for


Any time you hit me, I was never not there (yeah)
Whenever you needed me, I was always there for you


I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)
I don't want to argue with you, I'd rather spoil you by taking you to a luxury store like Chanel


Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (yeah)
I want to share a secret with you, but I hope you won't tell anyone else


I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten
I misspoke earlier and want to clarify that I find you attractive and valuable, not undeserving like a 'dub'


I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man
I don't want to go through the difficulties of a past relationship again


I don't wanna do this shit again, not again
I can't emphasize enough that I don't want to repeat the mistakes and hardships of a previous relationship


I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
I'm too busy and have too many responsibilities to have a casual sexual relationship with you on weekends


Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
Whenever you visit me, we have to keep it low-key and not tell anyone else


At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
You can't accuse me of being fake or untrue to myself


How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
Why are you telling others about our confidential meetings and calling them 'secrets'?


Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playin' defense
I'm aware that there are those who want to take advantage of me, but I'm protecting myself


Stay away from the fakes (stay away)
Be cautious and avoid people who are not genuine and may be deceitful


My nigga, stay away from the jakes
My friend, avoid the police


Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on a plate
I've heard rumors that people want to harm or discredit me


But I ain't one
But I'm not someone who can be easily taken down or defeated


I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come
I advise those who support me to be prepared for tough times and adverse situations


I just hope you niggas don't think you really stainless
I hope my supporters don't believe that they are completely innocent or flawless


I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me
I hope my friends and supporters remain true to me and don't become disloyal


Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one
Don't think that you're more important or 'official' than me, because I am who I am and haven't changed


They been telling me I fell off since I came up
People have been saying that I've lost my success and popularity ever since I made it big


Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender
I want you to know that I value and respect you more than just using you for drinks like a bartender


Told my niggas, 'Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah'
I advised my friends to remain strong and steadfast in the face of challenges and adversity


Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga
I'm confident that my friends will never abandon me or let me fail


I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in
I wasn't looking for a relationship, but love found me and I couldn't resist


We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons
We attempted to find regular jobs, but because of our criminal pasts, it was difficult to do so


I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas
Once I became wealthy, I stopped valuing luxury brand items like Margiela sneakers and got rid of them


They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
Others were envious when I bought a Richard Mille watch, and their envy only grew as time went on


More money, more bitches, I'm feelin' marvelous
As I accumulate more wealth and fame, I feel amazing and unstoppable


And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then
I made some poor choices and committed immoral acts in the past, but I was desperate and struggling to survive


No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin'
I don't waste time with pointless arguments, I just take action and confront my enemies directly


No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them
I don't flee or hide from threats, I face them head-on and don't engage in conversation with them


My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them
My ex-girlfriends still have feelings for me, even though I've moved on and no longer have a romantic relationship with them




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Dean Maola, Shaun Thomas

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Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
Don't try to come around looking for love, it's not here (Yeah)
Any time you hit me, I was never not there (Yeah)
I don't wanna fight, I wanna take you to Chanel ('Nel)
Can I tell you something? I just hope you never tell (Yeah)
I said you was a dub, I meant to say you was a ten
I don't wanna do this shit again, aw, man
I don't wanna do this shit again, not again
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense

[Verse]
Stay away from the fakes (Stay away)
My nigga, stay away from the jakes
Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna put my name on the plate
But I ain't one
I just hope you niggas wear a hoodie when the rain come
I just hope you niggas don't think you really stainless
I just hope my niggas don't ever, ever change on me
Oh, you really think you're so official? I'm the same one
They been telling me I fell off since I came up
Baby girl, listen, you're way better than a bartender
Told my niggas, "Just ten toes, stand tall, yeah"
Know my niggas won't ever, ever let me fall, nigga
I tried not to fall in love, but we all fell in
We tried to find nine-to-fives, but we was all felons
I got rich and I threw away all of my Margielas
They was jealous, when I copped a Richard, they got more jealous
More money, more bitches, I'm feeling marvelous
And I did some fucked up shit, but I was starvin' then
No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't no arguin'
No runnin', just spin the block, don't you talk to them
My old bitches love me, and I don't even fuck with them
Look

[Chorus]
I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz
Don't you come around looking for love, it's not here
Any time you hit me, I was never not there
I don't wanna do this shit again, not again (Woah)
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, not a Benz (Yeah)
I don't even get the time to fuck you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna fuck you in Chanel (Yeah)
At least you can never tell me that I'm not real
How you tellin' everybody, callin' it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me, I'm playing defense (Defense)



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@Kridddian

Please god take care of this man. He is special!!! We need him.

@dantefowler5422

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@onyekaagu5263

I’m scared A boogie is giving us too much and he gonna chill for a long time before giving us more vibes 😭😭😭

@josiah9473

frr bro 😔

@londonholt613

yess

@someone_missing

im sure he wont stop givin us to much

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