Young Gunz Lyrics

Album: Tough Luv

Grown Man Lyrics

[Verse (Chris)]

 She My Down Ass Chick

 Love me plus she like to come down my strip

 Get paralyzed wipe down my Shit

 I love you boo, you, my bug-a-boo 

 Type bug ya boo

 All day all night then I merk on tha 1st chirp

 

 [Chorus:]

 Yeah, yeah

 If you want it (yeah, yeah)

 Baby you can get it

 Still doin shows an afta party’s 

 And afta tha party, And afta tha party 

 Its back to tha party at our crib

 

 Yeah, yeah

 If you want it (yeah, yeah)

 Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

 Still doin shows and afta party’s

 And afta tha party 

 its back to tha party At our crib

 

 [Verse: (Chris)]

 Niggas stingy we part it were I live

 Niggas offended like beg ya parting that’s my chick

 (Is that you chick?)

 Excuse me this aint our first time here

 Don’t approach me like dat, get roasted like dat

 Damm shorty playin with ya emotions like dat

 You a grown man she got you open like dat

 Yu put something around her finger, now

 She got you rapped around her finger its official

 Well that’s you, that’s what you get for trickin

 Keep giving her doe she takin care of Chris and

 I’ll play my position up give her da dick 

 Con her to come and soon as im donr

 Tell her im skipping 

 She like and if you what you want you acting 

 Different and I’m like….

 

 [Chorus:]

 Yeah, yeah

 Yeah, yeah

 Still doing shows and afta party’s

 And afta da party its back to tha Party at our crib

 If you want it (yeah, yeah)

 Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

 Still doin shows and afta party’s and afta the party

 It’s back to party at our crib

 

 [Verse: (Neef)]

 If you want it you can get it

 You could come but you cant live here

 If I hit it I want Chris to hit it to

 I know you wit it bitches 

 Mad cause I parted and danced wit ya girlfriends

 Smoked a bit, mainly drunk off crys

 And I wasn’t even feelin that bitch

 She acting al pissy same time sadidey

 A little bit silly, I can’t even get a quickie 

 Neva dat got a are codes for every city

 Couple young freaks, couple old heads

 That dig me, thinking they gone hold me,

 Knowing they don’t control me

 Youngin been fuckin old heads aint shit you showed me

 Got a walk like George and I talk like Goldie

 Nope you can’t hold me from hittin up ya homies

 I do enough rappin at work, listen to oldies

 

 [Chorus:]

 Yeah, yeah

 If you want it (yeah, yeah)

 Baby you can get it

 Still doin shows an afta party’s 

 And afta tha party, And afta tha party 

 Its back to tha party at our crib

 

 Yeah, yeah

 If you want it (yeah, yeah)

 Baby you can get it (yeah, yeah)

 Still doin shows and afta party’s

 And afta tha party 

 Its back to tha party At our crib

 

 [repeat till fade]