Victoria Secret lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Big Baby Sc*mbag]
Met a six foot tall b*tch I met at the mall
Heard she suck a good di*k and wash a n*gga dirty draws
Girl my name Big Baby, hell yeah it's nice to meet you
Catch me at Foot Locker buying all them sneakers
Got a bad b*tch and I think her name Jelissa
She a white girl but she got that jungle fever
Kick her to the curb like a n*gga play FIFA
I'm a dirty bird, she a cougar, no cheetah
She a dirty sl*t and she lie, don't believe her
Stupid ass n*gga, is you fried, why you keep her
Going through my beeper, going through my messages
I ain't got no games on my phone, this ain't Tetris
I be on some money sh*t, while your ass cuffin' hoes
Paying for her nails n' sh*t
Paying for her f*cking toes
Junk food eating ass hoe, buying jelly rolls
She ain't got no credit card
She ain't got no telephone

[Chorus: Big Baby Sc*mbag] x4
Yeah, Victoria Secret
She don't got no secrets
She don't got no secrets
[Verse 2: Father]
She ain't got no secrets
Made 50K then I freaked it
Pushed her off that pedestal, hit the floor, now we freaking
Pulled out that glizzy, p*ssy, now he's leaking
n*gga think he better, incredible, that boy reaching
Coming to your city and stimulate your economy
Damn papi, hit yo' b*tch, stimulate, make her c*m on me
Tracee Ellis Ross shorty 45 but that's young to me
My girl down bad, my n*gga you know that front on me

[Chorus: Big Baby Sc*mbag] x4
Yeah, Victoria Secret
She don't got no secrets
She don't got no secrets