Lyrics:
Damn I'm sorry
Swear to god thought that you were Yasmin Kavari
Baby girl the way I see you down that Bacardi
Make me wanna see how hard you can party
Damn what a body
Damn what a hottie
When she bites on her lips, goddamn lookin naughty
Baby girl I bet you'd look bad in the Audi
We could fuck in the back till the windows foggy
Wake up in the morning, get that coffee
Morning sex, hit it from the back like doggy
Put it on my tongue, let me taste that tsunami
Got a lot of cash, got ash like Pompeii
Pullin on your hair, said you like that I'm bossy
We can get high, smoke bud like Collie
Baby girl, you my new favorite hobby
You the plug, show me love, get me high like molly

Baby you a diva
Pull up in that little brand new Beamer, yeah
Pop that pussy like Ibiza
You don't want a nigga that feel like he needs ya
Swear to god baby, you might be a keeper, yeah
But that don't mean I need ya
Swear to god baby, you might be a keeper, yeah
But that don't mean I need ya

Baby girl I want you, what you wanna do
I got cheddar, I got bread shawty, call me fondue
I don't know if you the one, but you what I'm drawn to
You don't understand the things I could put you on to
Baby let me please ya, let me tease ya
Shawty hotter than the block when I use the heater
Said she don't usually do this, I don't believe her
God I love the way she moan, call her Mona Lisa (Let it breathe)
Love the way you move, I approve
Want you to come through, come play come play
Baby I could look at you all day
Make a nigga act up, Broadway
I said, girl can I be honest?
Wanna see you on top of it
Love the way you grind on me, no pop shove-it
And the way you look at me, I can't get enough of it
Mm, mm, already know that you (Want it)

Baby you a diva
Pull up in that little brand new Beamer, yeah
Pop that pussy like Ibiza
You don't want a nigga that feel like he needs ya
Swear to god baby, you might be a keeper, yeah
But that don't mean I need ya
Swear to god baby, you might be a keeper, yeah
But that don't mean I need ya

DIVA

"MAIN THING" by Second Sama
Produced by BlackMayo
Mixed by Second Sama & BlackMayo
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Lyrics:
Let me tell a little bit about myself
Beat make, beat cake, I don't doubt myself
Take a look at that, what's that on my shelf?
Have a hint, that's bad for your health
Rad with the stealth, mad with the wealth
Looking at your girl and I'm asking myself
Do I really wanna deliberate and debilitate her 
When I show her all the cash on myself?
You don't even know me, but can tell that I run shit
Flow so stupid, bitch, call my spit dumbshit
I keep a stick on me like I'm a drum kit
I can't fuck with you less you into fun shit
I'm an ass-man, yeah on my Billy Gun shit
Beat it up until I hear you cum and
Whenever I tell you, show daddy your tongue then
Stick it out for me and nod like (Yeah)

You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
Beat it beat it up, back to back like it's mainstream aye
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
Beat it beat it up, back to back like it's mainstream aye

Baby girl I kinda like you
Make me wanna write a haiku
Only do so if you want, but I encourage you to slide through
Maybe I should pull-up on you and just tell you what I think
Maybe I should break the bank
Put an ice skating rink on ya
Buy your ass a white Fendi tee and spill my drink on ya
If you want it that way, I might just go NSYNC on ya
She gon' ride me like a Cadillac
Flexible, no paperback
She my nymphomaniac (Yeah-yeah)
Baby I wanna fuck on your friends
Pull-up in a brand new Benz
Baby I'm only fucking with tens
God damn, you look like a hundred grand
Put it in your diaphragm
Don't give a fuck bout your man

You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
Beat it beat it up, back to back like it's mainstream ay
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
You could be my main thing
Beat it beat it up, back to back like it's mainstream ay

MAIN THING

Sailor Mars

Lady Empowerment
Enjoy   - Second Sama 
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Lyrics:
My Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl
For my Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl

I’ma fuck her in her cosplay, 
She gon’ role-play for me, riding me the Broadway.
Tryna fuck on a pornstar like Kanye.
Honey Gold, come be my fiancée,
Little mama, [Shawty] [drippin] in Dior so I call her Gianna,
Australian Kiss game like Trump Teanna,
Only music she listening to is Second Sama (Aye) Also i gotta say, 
Just broke up with my main thing through an e-mail,
*Cc:*’d my side chick, no *Patrick*.
I’m a [pull up] in a [coupe] 1957 Chevy Bel-Air that’s classic,
[Shawty] stay wet cause she *stay hydrated*,
Pour some Henny hit the gas now we crossfaded,
Higher than a [space ship] eyes Dilated,
Hit it from the back man that pussy got Annihilated.

My Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl
For my Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl

Twins like Tia Tamera aye,
[Stack] up that bread like Panera aye,
She makin [bands] Pantera,
Then we Six-Nine like Molina Sara aye,
Baby you’re so enticin’,
She hittin high notes Sleepin with Sirens, 
She got the cake and she want my icing, Piping, Riding, plus kissing and biting, damn,
How the fuck she get like dat?
All of her fans say they wish they had bitch like dat, 
Aristocrat the streets, inside the sheets oh she’s a freak, my face remains her seat & got damn,
So much [ice] all on my neck, 
New Rollie that’s a Light [flex],
Give me your hands and baby I’ll tie them,
Got whips & chains, lets have Taylor White sex

My Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl
For my Cam Girl 
Oh Oh Oh Searchin for My Cam Girl x2

Cam Girl

A song from the perspective of someone who believes the lies from the gaslighting in a relationship.

Jaded

Petrified

Gaslight (Prelude)

Reflect (An Instrumental)

Aries - CONVERSATIONS (Second Sama Remix)

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written & mixed by Second Sama
produced by blindforlove, Frank Moses (Collaborator) & Second Sama (Synth Solo).

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