Charlie B. - Undercover

Yeah
I'm feeling undercover, how you flying so high
Kick it back in summer, now you're doing it right
Only make you wonder, you wanna piece of the pie
Now she want another, with a bit on the side
Now we stay up all night, all night
Party til' the sun rise, sun rise
Yeah you know it feels right, feels right
Never really had a type, so we gotta roll the dice
Alright girl, I see you in the saint Lauren
Now you're preing up my creps, their Off-White Jordan
I don't really wanna flex, but you weren't certain
Come and hit me with a text, like the game is on
Your girl, she chat a lot
She wanna back it up
Don't wanna settle but, the P's I bag em' up
Didn't mean to make her laugh, but now she crackin' up
We out in Paris Bae, we in the Capital
Fly a' fly away, come with me to Saint-Tropez
Baby come ride, come ride the wave
A place we don't know the time and day (What's that)
Now it's looking likely, hold the chain around the front, it's too icey
She seeming like a wifey type, kinda feisty type
We the pricey kind, oh nah nah
I'm feeling undercover, how you flying so high
Kick it back in summer, now you're doing it right
Only make you wonder, you wanna piece of the pie
Now she want another, with a bit on the side
Now we stay up all night, all night
Party til' the sun rise, sun rise
Yeah you know it feels right, feels right
Never really had a type, so we gotta roll the dice
She said she want it right now now
Take a trip, head out of town, we're going down south
I pick you up and then you're never going down down
I got a hide out, that's in Bali, yeah I know you wanna find out (Yeah)
Tell me the price, it's nothing major
Got a brand new watch, now come and shake up
Come and shake up, work it like your day job
On the grind, like a real money maker
Took her for a drink on Monday
But she wanna come mine of Tuesday (Oh no)
Now she getting in the pasey, it's a 2 seater, there ain't a back seat (Now now)
Bend it (Yeah), like you're Beckham
One shot, no Smith and to the Wesson
Number 7, but just you that's in my section
Are you the one, or are you coming up second
I'm feeling undercover, how you flying so high
Kick it back in summer, now you're doing it right
Only make you wonder, you wanna piece of the pie
Now she want another, with a bit on the side
Now we stay up all night, all night
Party til' the sun rise, sun rise
Yeah you know it feels right, feels right
Never really had a type, so we gotta roll the dice
Like nah nah, your like yeah yeah yeah
Stop and stare, they like where, where, where
She got a Beema, now she getting in my Benz
Straight 10 out of 10, oh nah nah nah (Yeah)

Written by:
Charlie B

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