Today I'm in the booth in a suit, Baby cuz ima grown man
I told im gone worry bout me u gone worry bout you
Baby cuz ima Grown Man, ion like a lotta company i keep me a coupe
Baby cuz ima grown man, y lie im just tellin da truth, Baby cuz ima grown man...
Every time I do thang she tell how much he didn't
I guess he locked up aint say how long he sentenced
I give dope dick now she shaking clinching
N every time she take a hit she say she quitting
She said wanna leave but she ain't wanna risk it
She know karate but she scared to kick it
She wanna shoot her shot but she ain't wanna miss it
But sometimes u cant worry bout the consequences
I told her if she throw it at me ima get it
She know I'm happy I admit it
Me n u can rule da world make our own decisions
F*ck it I can be the president Obama did it
N f*ck you to anyone gotta problem wit it
Tell em we got straps n we can solve em wit it
Just tell me what u got cuz ima bring the table
Lets keep it how's it going well don't need a label
We just netflix n chill don't need the cable
The TV always watch us, we do whatever togetha
We built our credit togetha, dey be so jealous whenever they see us pop up
We just throw that shit out like work potlucks
They just mad cuz they not us, but tell em keep that shit coming
Nun turn me on like a pretty grown woman
Nah I can't pay yo bills I got my own shit
Plus everybody ain't tricks, n everybody don't trip
Cuz everybody aint slick, ion like to fight my dawgs but i support Vick
Dez other niggaz don't measure up on sum short shit
Stop getting in the mix wit all dat po shit
U need to drop that maybe get some fasho shit
Drunk sloppy wit her face on my lap
Dez bitches basic like some braids to the back
N she ain't loyal she just chasing a sac
Dez niggaz horny dey be way too attached
Its only pussy dawg she played you for that
She played u for stats, she played you cuz she knew u was whack
I used to spoil her so I made me a brat
Lex Luger how I torture the racks, with the weight on my shoulders
I was patient but the waiting is over
Put the top down, lets blow this weed thru city n make em envy
Cuz I'm fly n u pretty, N pull ya Top Down
So I can feel on ya titties I'm wit da shits jus lemme know if u litty
Dnd yo phone cuz u busy, if its yo nigga den just tell em its Diddy (Bad Boy)
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Today I'm in the booth in a suit, Baby cuz ima grown man
I told im gone worry bout me u gone worry bout you
Baby cuz ima Grown Man, ion like a lotta company i keep me a coupe
Baby cuz ima grown man, y lie im just tellin da truth, Baby cuz ima grown man...
Every time I do thang she tell how much he didn't
I guess he locked up aint say how long he sentenced
I give dope dick now she shaking clinching
N every time she take a hit she say she quitting
She said wanna leave but she ain't wanna risk it
She know karate but she scared to kick it
She wanna shoot her shot but she ain't wanna miss it
But sometimes u cant worry bout the consequences
I told her if she throw it at me ima get it
She know I'm happy I admit it
Me n u can rule da world make our own decisions
F*ck it I can be the president Obama did it
N f*ck you to anyone gotta problem wit it
Tell em we got straps n we can solve em wit it
Just tell me what u got cuz ima bring the table
Lets keep it how's it going well don't need a label
We just netflix n chill don't need the cable
The TV always watch us, we do whatever togetha
We built our credit togetha, dey be so jealous whenever they see us pop up
We just throw that shit out like work potlucks
They just mad cuz they not us, but tell em keep that shit coming
Nun turn me on like a pretty grown woman
Nah I can't pay yo bills I got my own shit
Plus everybody ain't tricks, n everybody don't trip
Cuz everybody aint slick, ion like to fight my dawgs but i support Vick
Dez other niggaz don't measure up on sum short shit
Stop getting in the mix wit all dat po shit
U need to drop that maybe get some fasho shit
Drunk sloppy wit her face on my lap
Dez bitches basic like some braids to the back
N she ain't loyal she just chasing a sac
Dez niggaz horny dey be way too attached
Its only pussy dawg she played you for that
She played u for stats, she played you cuz she knew u was whack
I used to spoil her so I made me a brat
Lex Luger how I torture the racks, with the weight on my shoulders
I was patient but the waiting is over
Put the top down, lets blow this weed thru city n make em envy
Cuz I'm fly n u pretty, N pull ya Top Down
So I can feel on ya titties I'm wit da shits jus lemme know if u litty
Dnd yo phone cuz u busy, if its yo nigga den just tell em its Diddy (Bad Boy)
I told im gone worry bout me u gone worry bout you
Baby cuz ima Grown Man, ion like a lotta company i keep me a coupe
Baby cuz ima grown man, y lie im just tellin da truth, Baby cuz ima grown man...
Every time I do thang she tell how much he didn't
I guess he locked up aint say how long he sentenced
I give dope dick now she shaking clinching
N every time she take a hit she say she quitting
She said wanna leave but she ain't wanna risk it
She know karate but she scared to kick it
She wanna shoot her shot but she ain't wanna miss it
But sometimes u cant worry bout the consequences
I told her if she throw it at me ima get it
She know I'm happy I admit it
Me n u can rule da world make our own decisions
F*ck it I can be the president Obama did it
N f*ck you to anyone gotta problem wit it
Tell em we got straps n we can solve em wit it
Just tell me what u got cuz ima bring the table
Lets keep it how's it going well don't need a label
We just netflix n chill don't need the cable
The TV always watch us, we do whatever togetha
We built our credit togetha, dey be so jealous whenever they see us pop up
We just throw that shit out like work potlucks
They just mad cuz they not us, but tell em keep that shit coming
Nun turn me on like a pretty grown woman
Nah I can't pay yo bills I got my own shit
Plus everybody ain't tricks, n everybody don't trip
Cuz everybody aint slick, ion like to fight my dawgs but i support Vick
Dez other niggaz don't measure up on sum short shit
Stop getting in the mix wit all dat po shit
U need to drop that maybe get some fasho shit
Drunk sloppy wit her face on my lap
Dez bitches basic like some braids to the back
N she ain't loyal she just chasing a sac
Dez niggaz horny dey be way too attached
Its only pussy dawg she played you for that
She played u for stats, she played you cuz she knew u was whack
I used to spoil her so I made me a brat
Lex Luger how I torture the racks, with the weight on my shoulders
I was patient but the waiting is over
Put the top down, lets blow this weed thru city n make em envy
Cuz I'm fly n u pretty, N pull ya Top Down
So I can feel on ya titties I'm wit da shits jus lemme know if u litty
Dnd yo phone cuz u busy, if its yo nigga den just tell em its Diddy (Bad Boy)
Writer: Kenith Williams
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