Robb Bank$ - Grown Boy lyrics

Sucked my dick that's a true fact
Brrrrt, true fact true fact true fact
(background talking)
Baby girl you do the most
Wanna fuck with Uno Dos
Bitch, best rapper alive
Xan with that lean is the combination
Uno Dos, Uno, Uno whoo ooh

Nigga, don't let em in
Spelling Bee Queen, Double S Letterman
I got too much pride to be prejudice
I got too much narc got kirk with me
Curtain call when I walk in it
Niggas die bitches curse and
Lift up their dress
Four when I sever it, karo in cabinents

Nigga, I know how to get rid of evidence
On the Team Rocket, I blast off
I still miss the mouth on my last hoe
I came by mistake that's my fault
So I fucked the bitch in her asshole
Since Coral Springs High I had two phones
Young nigga, you know I stay ten toes (Deep)
Know that GPA 1 point 0
Fuck em Fuck em where did that shit go

You think it’s easy to keep her
I got yo bitch in a sleeper
I used to sell drugs by the bleachers
Now I could fuck all my teachers
You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe
Supreme coat jacket in cheetah oG since 2013
Ike on the mic like I’m Tina
I’m a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I'm a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy

Booney Booney boy boy, goofy loser boy
Free Juice and Goony boy
Boy I learned from Looney boy
I’m Tyson eat the box
Floyd forty-nine the hoe
I’m Kenshi wanna boy toy
Bounce all on ma boing boing
These lames cannot be serious
Infrared for those inferiors
Everyone’s watching feel bad for you

I know that shit must be embarrassing
I’m petty so you know she rub my head
I fuck her I might verify that bitch
No punctuation failed my English test
So now I fuck hoes on they periods (I do)
My check up, just look at my get up
You fed up come get you a head up
I’m so special so special so special
Thirty-eight on my leather get with her
I upset her, I didn’t wanna hit her
Watched the Westbrooks and I got my dick up

Popped a Perc but the hood is Viagra
Shut my eyes and imagine she India
Them hoes they filled with the left
You at Burlington, browsing through racks
See me I just do til death
You call her phone, she went deaf
You the type of nigga argue with
Yo girl and get slapped
Chain thinner than a bitch but
It could still get snatched gimmie one year
I'm eating Emma Roberts from the back
Bet I put her on the track
That's a true fact

You think it’s easy to keep her
I got yo bitch in a sleeper
I used to sell drugs by the bleachers
Now I could fuck all my teachers
You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe
Supreme coat Jacket in cheetah oG since 2013
Ike on the mic like I'm Tina
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy

Grown boy shit grown boy grown boy shit
Grown boy glo'd on you bitch
Glo'd up, glowing on you bitch
Grown boy shit grown boy grown boy shit
Hands up hands up bitch if you sucked my dick

You think it’s easy to keep her
I got yo bitch in a sleeper
I used to sell drugs by the bleachers
Now I could fuck all my teachers
You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe
Supreme coat Jacket in cheetah oG since 2013
Ike on the mic like I'm Tina
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy
I’m a grown boy I’m a, I’m a grown boy