Undercover

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Baby, I won't tell if you won't tell I mean, we could keep it on the hush-hush Let me show you [Verse 1: Chris Brown] I ain't gonna lie I'm fiendin' 'cause I need it and I'm diggin' you a lot Not used to catchin' feelings, but I'm feelin' all your spots No kiddin' when I hit it, I'll be lickin' on your spine Playin' with your mind I ain't gonna stop When I finish, I be in it I be fuckin' with the lights on, that's the shit that I'm on Give it all I got Your body and my body We be foolin', scratchin', screamin' now [Chorus: Chris Brown] Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover (Undercover shawty) [Verse 2: J. Cole] Ayy, one thing you should know about me is I never play to lose, huh Always aim high and rarely obey the rules Never tell my business, if I did, it'd make the news They say, "Time is like money," you should come here, pay your dues And come to kick it, can I get a minute? Maybe a hour, huh Would you let me peak my head in for a second while you shower? Huh I bet you got some real good power, if you feel me I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, you know just what's gon' heal me, baby [Chorus: Chris Brown] Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover (Undercover shawty) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] I said, "Excuse me, Mrs. Officer Can you go undercover for me?" Ain't enough liquor in your cup If the waitress here, then let her pour it up I'm tryna get you drunk as fuck Take her to my crib, then I lock her in them handcuffs Panties off, stupid booty Ready for war, Call of Duty She said I got the right to remain silent And I got to give it to her rough, but I better not get violent, ha Girl, my chain feel like a anchor And when I told you to use your head, I ain't want you to be no thinker And we ain't gon' waste this drink up, these haters sore like cankles While I'm countin' all this paper and my ears shine like twinkle, twinkle, ha Big star, get my car, I don't valet that You a weak nigga, pussy in the street, call you a alleycat And I'm loyal to my fans 'cause I love 'em So, girl, if you a fan, you can meet me undercovers like [Chorus: Chris Brown] Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover Hey, shawty, where we going? (Ayy) Nobody has to know but you Ain't nobody gon' see you Undercover (Yeah), cover, cover (Yeah), cover (Undercover shawty) [Outro: DJ Drama] DJ Drama Breezy Cole World