Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Grown Man lyrics
[Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Grown Man lyrics]
Go, go, go
I'm a grown man
Find you somebody to play with
All you hear is
(bwap, bwap) when that AK spit
I hope you bout that
Cause my niggas bout that
Mo'fucker, I'ma swang where your mouth at
I know you wanna be, down with the King
But first of all, you gotta step up your ring
I got shit around my pinkie
That'll hurt your vision
Ten pointers everywhere
Diamonds having collisions
I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones
Out of all of the rappers
I got the best home
Three kitchens and my maid
She be cooking my thangs swimming pools
Tennis courts and the shooting range
One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze
And to mop my whole crib
It'll take you three days
Look I'm a grown man
I had to get it on my own man
And with my gun, I'm secured like Homeland
I got three million fans, better yet it's fo'
Cause, I'm on Nelly, Buck album and Mario
Winans I'm grinding baby
You see me shining baby
You want a show a hundred grand
Fuck you pay me
Dedication got me here, I ain't going nowhere
And if you see twenty Clovers
Than I'm somewhere there
Cause, I got a hundred niggas on my team
For real i'm like Nate Tronmeans
When I'm playing the field
Breaking tackles left and right
Cause, I got the skills
If you niggas wondering how, I got my deal
I had a talk with Lil' J
He say he got my back
So you know what that means
So I'ma leave it at that
Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay
Getting television BET, and radio play
When "Sunshine" came out
It really pushed my fame
Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name
That's why I make good music
So you can bob your head
The realest magazine, ES done Diva and FED
Cause they don't give you a interview
Then shit on you
And you ain't dumb so you know
Who I'm talking to
I'm a grown man
Find you somebody to play with
All you hear is
(bwap, bwap) when that AK spit
I hope you bout that
Cause my niggas bout that
Mo'fucker, I'ma swang where your mouth at
I know you wanna be, down with the King
But first of all, you gotta step up your ring
I got shit around my pinkie
That'll hurt your vision
Ten pointers everywhere
Diamonds having collisions
I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones
Out of all of the rappers
I got the best home
Three kitchens and my maid
She be cooking my thangs swimming pools
Tennis courts and the shooting range
One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze
And to mop my whole crib
It'll take you three days
Look I'm a grown man
I had to get it on my own man
And with my gun, I'm secured like Homeland
I got three million fans, better yet it's fo'
Cause, I'm on Nelly, Buck album and Mario
Winans I'm grinding baby
You see me shining baby
You want a show a hundred grand
Fuck you pay me
Dedication got me here, I ain't going nowhere
And if you see twenty Clovers
Than I'm somewhere there
Cause, I got a hundred niggas on my team
For real i'm like Nate Tronmeans
When I'm playing the field
Breaking tackles left and right
Cause, I got the skills
If you niggas wondering how, I got my deal
I had a talk with Lil' J
He say he got my back
So you know what that means
So I'ma leave it at that
Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay
Getting television BET, and radio play
When "Sunshine" came out
It really pushed my fame
Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name
That's why I make good music
So you can bob your head
The realest magazine, ES done Diva and FED
Cause they don't give you a interview
Then shit on you
And you ain't dumb so you know
Who I'm talking to