Lyrics:
saying, shawty swing it my way
Damn, ma, damn, ma
How the hell you get all that in dem pants ma
Hope you ain't up in here with your man ma
I love it
survive
cnd you whining cause she locked the doors
Won't let you come inside
Still on your knees
Stand up and get a back bone
You look like a man
to hear me see me
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took
been about all my art, I'm not by far by a long shot
I'm sorry, baby girl.
I put that dick up in the wrong spot
High school girl wanna fuck in the car do
on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a goddamn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out
hear a peep
Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
Why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out the frame, completely get
Suddenly a local on a Boogie in a thong
Cut in on my line
My Barrel was gone
Her Pepperdine stud screamed,
Val that's what you get
I shot him with
in a couple of verses to fly by production
It's showin' up
I notice the difference between the mistakes that I made and the progress I overseen
I'm not
two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older, man it got colder
I done got grown
two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older, man it got colder
I done got grown
to tell him is...PUMP YA BRAKES
Now if you're underage & you're actin' all grown
What you need to do is PUMP YA BRAKES
If you're offended by this record,
(whats up man?) what you doing down here man?
(hey man I'm working here)
You ain't working nobody in this mothafucka man
(this mans chief told me to)
know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm
A man is defined by his (Boing!)
Catch my drift
I got to keep it raw
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
Yo, my is there for me, we like
A man is defined by his (Boing!)
Catch my drift
I got to keep it raw
The most anticipated
I got to keep it raw
Yo, my is there for me, we like
Already
Glizzy, run that shit up
Shout out my nigga, Glizzy, bass runner, Live Beyond, yeah, uh
Coke price goin' up, bitch, I've been grindin' all
know where to find you
You say you chillin by yourself
But then I check your Insta
You laid up with that nigga
You ain't post no pictures
Shit I love it
hand
I don't understand how these niggas tote pistols but scared to shoot back got damn
This song gone distinguish a little boy from a grown ass man
I
Trust me when I say you ain't heard nothing yet
You cannot stop us man we can even bet
Man I'm so grown I ain't afraid of taking risks
Sorry to say this
stand by it before we start up a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet
Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child (I'll shit on you)
I
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
jag ingenting alls
var jag kung, var jag tung
(Fuck that shit)
om du inte diggar min stil man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)
[RZA]
Don't fuck with my
grown, was a man with the grand plans
Wind blow, was the man of the band lands
I've struggled a lot with the brain I've got
Never entertained by the same
a new creation
Covered by the blood wrapped in salvation
This right here make me wanna dance
Do a two step and lift up my hands
This right here is another
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