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Conceal Video (MV)




Performed By: Phill Mycup & 4onzii
Language: English
Length: 4:13
Written by: Alphonse Mutebi, Phillips Calvaire




Phill Mycup & 4onzii - Conceal Lyrics




Can't seem to find the words to express how she feel
She talking with a slur cause she faded for real
She chase her D'uesse with emotions that she keep concealed
I forgot your name but I think it was Camille
Let's make it adventurous
Decisions we make that endanger us
We can not help it, ain't no changing us
Don't f*ck up the night don't get cancerous
Chase her D'uesse with emotions that she keep concealed
Conceal, conceal, conceal

Why you gotta be so childish?
I'm feeling the vibe it feels timeless
Body like a Bugatti low mileage
Let me know when you want it, I'm sliding
My niggas way too drunk to be driving
First and foremost, f*ck your hot girl summer
Cause I need your number
Tryna pipe it up like a plumber
Give you good wood no lumber
Little attitude and you stubborn
Maybe I'm doing too much talking
You caught my eye to be quite honest
I know you got hoes, yeah, you got options
I'm selling myself like a slave auction
Somebody get MK cause he's off it
Niggas out here be brawling
After party in Malden
It don't stop until mornin'
(Ahh ahh)
Na na na na na, nahh ahh, na na uh na na
Uh naa
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Can't seem to find the words to express how she feel
She talking with a slur cause she faded for real
She chase her D'uesse with emotions that she keep concealed
I forgot your name but I think it was Camille
Let's make it adventurous
Decisions we make that endanger us
We can not help it, ain't no changing us
Don't f*ck up the night don't get cancerous
Chase her D'uesse with emotions that she keep concealed
Conceal, conceal, conceal

Why you gotta be so childish?
I'm feeling the vibe it feels timeless
Body like a Bugatti low mileage
Let me know when you want it, I'm sliding
My niggas way too drunk to be driving
First and foremost, f*ck your hot girl summer
Cause I need your number
Tryna pipe it up like a plumber
Give you good wood no lumber
Little attitude and you stubborn
Maybe I'm doing too much talking
You caught my eye to be quite honest
I know you got hoes, yeah, you got options
I'm selling myself like a slave auction
Somebody get MK cause he's off it
Niggas out here be brawling
After party in Malden
It don't stop until mornin'
(Ahh ahh)
Na na na na na, nahh ahh, na na uh na na
Uh naa
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Writer: Alphonse Mutebi, Phillips Calvaire
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