Grown Lyrics

I like tricking on you cus you gorgeous

Tryna beat that pussy on some porn shit

Tryna beat it up, tryna slut you out

Imma leave it dead till the morning

We can chill and shit

We can cuddle up, all up in ya bed don't record it

Bought a couple bags, beating up her back

Now she feel a lil bit important

Why you mad at me when you whoring

If ya man call just ignore it

Said you gon send me where the door is

Imma pick you up in sumn' foreign

Don't play around imma dick you down

You gon feel it somewhere where ya core is

Got her screaming good and she moaning

I might have to make her sing the chorus

Wrist on me it's froze

I can get you in that mode

If I bring some friends you bring some friends

It's for the bros

If you ain't gon tell I ain't gon tell

Don't break the code

All up in her mouth like I can see inside her dome

Don't you think bout looking who I'm texting in this phone

Baby we can fuck and just be friends because we grown

Baby give me head I'm tryna get my mind blown

And don't stop until it's lock jaw or until that jaw broke

Baby you so different I get feelings when I'm with ya

We ain't supposed to do this if that nigga in the picture

Post him, say I love you, but call me to come get with ya

Every time you call my jack I feel like Malcolm in the middle

Non-committal got a nigga playing second fiddle

And that's ya issue, think a nigga like me ever pick you

And yeah you bad and you look good

A lil drizzle drizzle

Had some fun but now I'm leaving you little by little

I like tricking on you cus you gorgeous

Tryna beat that pussy on some porn shit

Tryna beat it up, tryna slut you out

Imma leave it dead till the morning

We can chill and shit

We can cuddle up, all up in ya bed don't record it

Bought a couple bags, beating up her back

Now she feel a lil bit important

Why you mad at me when you whoring

If ya man call just ignore it

Said you gon send me where the door is

Imma pick you up in sumn' foreign

Don't play around imma dick you down

You gon feel it somewhere where ya core is

Got her screaming good and she moaning

I might have to make her sing the chorus

Wrist on me it's froze

I can get you in that mode

If I bring some friends you bring some friends

It's for the bros

If you ain't gon tell I ain't gon tell

Don't break the code

All up in her mouth like I can see inside her dome

Don't you think bout looking who I'm texting in this phone

Baby we can fuck and just be friends because we grown

Baby give me head I'm tryna get my mind blown

And don't stop until it's lock jaw or until that jaw broke