Dem Hoodstarz - Getz Ya Grown Man On Lyrics
Dem Hoodstarz Lyrics
Getz Ya Grown Man On Lyrics
[verse 1:]
So clean, chumps might run up but I keep the fo fith
Tucked and the buttoned up nigga what I ain't feelin
Ya hatas, four inch bladers, shoot you can calll them
Killa gators, keep ya face's up, I'm gettin papas, stones
In my watch look like like saba's,
BLING, grown up mayne, but I'm still hood with it
I'm throwin this shit up if it's got goods in it, I'll pass it up,
Brew brews in it, now I lined, still banged, bruce bruce in it,
Now I use to bang, cock and mayne for a bang, cock and mayne
Grown mayne with counter grown feet so I treat myself to a counter
Nail freak YEE YEE YEE! I get my grown man on, no lights
Pains on, my grown man on.
[Chorus:]
I get my grown man on
White colla with a button with my grown man on
I mic two step with my grown man on
I'm so fresh to death with my grown man on
YEE YEE YEE!
Let's git this started
All day let's git this started
All night let's git this money
(Grown man) let's get this on it.
[Verse 2:]
Yeaah, no timmy shoes it's even tonight rept towels on with the buttoned up, On fresh cut links in the blue diamonds? blue jean jeans with the gleam SHINONS and I rock the old school at the house jumpin in the scrapper with buddy cuts in the roof, I'm so gangsta I'm so grown man on is eatin I'm rockin in it
Hair braided back, no band no cap, fresh my razor blade sharp like that smellin like cologne in a purple gray bat
Sippin remy martin with my pinky ring up toastin gangstas I'm sorry they ain't search me I'm too good for my gangsta I ain't tryna rock a party, NO SIR went audios motherfkcr fck her I'm at a party no sir it was because of her, man I'm conversatin, tryna see if I can get in them jeans I took her arm and it was like she was tryna do the same thing
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah little stars pop bottles crush grapes, jimmy martin at the bar no chace (NO CHACE) and two step with cha 2 step with cha don't hate if I get a introduction to rap hate dummy I scrape, she love it when my dreds shake in the parking lot and two check scrape told me first she told me she was feelin bandaid but she love my deep dark skin so ya boy check face, dude let me take yo place?, dirty hairy dean don't play, don't chicken lick my date, HAHAHA you listen to what I say
Coversate, let's make that hoodstar gangsta for the can get creamed in ya face (CREAM IN YA FACE) I gets my grown man on thang on, get a chick
[Chorus x2]
So clean, chumps might run up but I keep the fo fith
Tucked and the buttoned up nigga what I ain't feelin
Ya hatas, four inch bladers, shoot you can calll them
Killa gators, keep ya face's up, I'm gettin papas, stones
In my watch look like like saba's,
BLING, grown up mayne, but I'm still hood with it
I'm throwin this shit up if it's got goods in it, I'll pass it up,
Brew brews in it, now I lined, still banged, bruce bruce in it,
Now I use to bang, cock and mayne for a bang, cock and mayne
Grown mayne with counter grown feet so I treat myself to a counter
Nail freak YEE YEE YEE! I get my grown man on, no lights
Pains on, my grown man on.
[Chorus:]
I get my grown man on
White colla with a button with my grown man on
I mic two step with my grown man on
I'm so fresh to death with my grown man on
YEE YEE YEE!
Let's git this started
All day let's git this started
All night let's git this money
(Grown man) let's get this on it.
[Verse 2:]
Yeaah, no timmy shoes it's even tonight rept towels on with the buttoned up, On fresh cut links in the blue diamonds? blue jean jeans with the gleam SHINONS and I rock the old school at the house jumpin in the scrapper with buddy cuts in the roof, I'm so gangsta I'm so grown man on is eatin I'm rockin in it
Hair braided back, no band no cap, fresh my razor blade sharp like that smellin like cologne in a purple gray bat
Sippin remy martin with my pinky ring up toastin gangstas I'm sorry they ain't search me I'm too good for my gangsta I ain't tryna rock a party, NO SIR went audios motherfkcr fck her I'm at a party no sir it was because of her, man I'm conversatin, tryna see if I can get in them jeans I took her arm and it was like she was tryna do the same thing
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah little stars pop bottles crush grapes, jimmy martin at the bar no chace (NO CHACE) and two step with cha 2 step with cha don't hate if I get a introduction to rap hate dummy I scrape, she love it when my dreds shake in the parking lot and two check scrape told me first she told me she was feelin bandaid but she love my deep dark skin so ya boy check face, dude let me take yo place?, dirty hairy dean don't play, don't chicken lick my date, HAHAHA you listen to what I say
Coversate, let's make that hoodstar gangsta for the can get creamed in ya face (CREAM IN YA FACE) I gets my grown man on thang on, get a chick
[Chorus x2]
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