Grown Man lyrics

Artist  : Young Gunz 
Song : Grown Man



 Send "Grown Man" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [Verse (Chris)]

She My Down Ass Chick

Love me plus she like to come down my strip

Get paralyzed wipe down my Shit

I love you boo, you, my bug-a-boo 

Type bug ya boo

All day all night then I merk on tha  1st
chirp



[Chorus:]

Yeah, yeah

If you want it (yeah, yeah)

Baby you can get it

Still doin shows an afta party’s 

And afta tha party, And afta tha party 

Its back to tha party at our crib



Yeah, yeah

If you want it (yeah, yeah)

Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

Still doin shows and afta party’s

And afta tha party 

its back to tha party At our crib



[Verse: (Chris)]

Niggas stingy we part it were I live

Niggas offended like beg ya parting that’s my
chick

(Is that you chick?)

Excuse me this aint our first time here

Don’t approach me like dat, get roasted like
dat

Damm shorty playin with ya emotions like dat

You a grown man she got you open like dat

Yu put something around her finger, now

She got you rapped around her finger its
official

Well that’s you, that’s what you get for
trickin

Keep giving her doe she takin care of Chris
and

I’ll play my position up give her da dick 

Con her to come and soon as im donr

Tell her im skipping 

She like and if you what you want you acting


Different and I’m like….



[Chorus:]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Still doing shows and afta party’s

And afta da party its back to tha Party at our
crib

If you want it (yeah, yeah)

Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

Still doin shows and afta party’s and afta the
party

It’s back to party at our crib



[Verse: (Neef)]

If you want it you can get it

You could come but you cant live here

If I hit it I want Chris to hit it to

I know you wit it bitches 

Mad cause I parted and danced wit ya
girlfriends

Smoked a bit, mainly drunk off crys

And I wasn’t even feelin that bitch

She acting al pissy same time sadidey

A little bit silly, I can’t even get a quickie


Neva dat got a are codes for every city

Couple young freaks, couple old heads

That dig me, thinking they gone hold me,

Knowing they don’t control me

Youngin been fuckin old heads aint shit you
showed me

Got a walk like George and I talk like
Goldie

Nope you can’t hold me from hittin up ya
homies

I do enough rappin at work, listen to oldies



[Chorus:]

Yeah, yeah

If you want it (yeah, yeah)

Baby you can get it

Still doin shows an afta party’s 

And afta tha party, And afta tha party 

Its back to tha party at our crib



Yeah, yeah

If you want it (yeah, yeah)

Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

Still doin shows and afta party’s

And afta tha party 

Its back to tha party At our crib



[repeat till fade]





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lyrics]