Chip, Bugzy Malone - Grown Flex lyrics
Bugzy Malone [Aaron Davies]
[Chip, Bugzy Malone - Grown Flex lyrics]
Oh oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I, I do
Oh oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too
Oh oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too
Oh oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I fanatix
My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my boo
My friend (My slime, my thot)
If the mandem buss out (Sweet)
I praise me and you will end, ah
If you forgive me once (Once)
You never have to forgive me again, yeah
('gain, yeah) my ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten?
And if my baby 'ready got a baby
I'ma love her child like she mine, yeah
Young and wavy, but I'm almost ready, you can
Havе some more, just give it timе, yeah
My babe, my love, my bab, my slime, my boo
My friend (Uh)
All I need in this life of
Sin is family, God, and you, and my pen
Ah, stick a move (Stick again)
We not lose (We win it baby)
Baby, please, don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes
(I ain't judging you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you
(We share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine
Would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health
Would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights
When nobody there for me
Oh oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I, I do
Oh oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too
Oh oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too
Oh oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I
Look, yo my baby, my rider, and my day
Dot, I ain't got say much, ah
Felt like a test in the beginning
But then we got an A+, ah
I love your mum, and your
Nan, and your sister
The way that they raised ya
Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?
And we don't Paris, the crib is a bone palace
I don't really roam for long, but I run
Over there like, "Give me your number, miss"
Smash that, made her wifey
I know we've got matchin' Pradas
Back then we never had matchin' Nikes
And you know she's a real one when she don't
Care if you countin' M's, or tens in fiveses
Mad
Ah, stick a move (Stick again)
We not lose (We win it baby)
Baby, please, don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes
(I ain't judging you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you
(We share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine
Would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health
Would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights
When nobody there for me
(My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my
If the man dem bust out, I bust out
Ii-i-if you forgive me once, you never
Have to forgive me again, yeah
('gain, yeah) my ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten, ten?)
Fanatix oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do
Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too
Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too
Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do, I, I, oh
Oh oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too
Oh oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too
Oh oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I fanatix
My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my boo
My friend (My slime, my thot)
If the mandem buss out (Sweet)
I praise me and you will end, ah
If you forgive me once (Once)
You never have to forgive me again, yeah
('gain, yeah) my ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten?
And if my baby 'ready got a baby
I'ma love her child like she mine, yeah
Young and wavy, but I'm almost ready, you can
Havе some more, just give it timе, yeah
My babe, my love, my bab, my slime, my boo
My friend (Uh)
All I need in this life of
Sin is family, God, and you, and my pen
Ah, stick a move (Stick again)
We not lose (We win it baby)
Baby, please, don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes
(I ain't judging you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you
(We share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine
Would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health
Would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights
When nobody there for me
Oh oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I, I do
Oh oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too
Oh oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too
Oh oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I
Look, yo my baby, my rider, and my day
Dot, I ain't got say much, ah
Felt like a test in the beginning
But then we got an A+, ah
I love your mum, and your
Nan, and your sister
The way that they raised ya
Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?
And we don't Paris, the crib is a bone palace
I don't really roam for long, but I run
Over there like, "Give me your number, miss"
Smash that, made her wifey
I know we've got matchin' Pradas
Back then we never had matchin' Nikes
And you know she's a real one when she don't
Care if you countin' M's, or tens in fiveses
Mad
Ah, stick a move (Stick again)
We not lose (We win it baby)
Baby, please, don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes
(I ain't judging you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you
(We share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine
Would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health
Would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights
When nobody there for me
(My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my
If the man dem bust out, I bust out
Ii-i-if you forgive me once, you never
Have to forgive me again, yeah
('gain, yeah) my ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten, ten?)
Fanatix oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do
Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too
Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too
Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do, I, I, oh