Yungstaxx - Grown Lyrics

I like tricking on you cus you gorgeous
Tryna beat that pussy on some porn shit
Tryna beat it up, tryna slut you out
Imma leave it dead till the morning
We can chill and shit
We can cuddle up, all up in ya bed don't record it
Bought a couple bags, beating up her back
Now she feel a lil bit important
Why you mad at me when you whoring
If ya man call just ignore it
Said you gon send me where the door is
Imma pick you up in sumn' foreign
Don't play around imma dick you down
You gon feel it somewhere where ya core is
Got her screaming good and she moaning
I might have to make her sing the chorus
Wrist on me it's froze
I can get you in that mode
If I bring some friends you bring some friends
It's for the bros
If you ain't gon tell I ain't gon tell
Don't break the code
All up in her mouth like I can see inside her dome
Don't you think bout looking who I'm texting in this phone
Baby we can f*ck and just be friends because we grown
Baby give me head I'm tryna get my mind blown
And don't stop until it's lock jaw or until that jaw broke
Baby you so different I get feelings when I'm with ya
We ain't supposed to do this if that nigga in the picture
Post him, say I love you, but call me to come get with ya
Every time you call my jack I feel like Malcolm in the middle
Non-committal got a nigga playing second fiddle
And that's ya issue, think a nigga like me ever pick you
And yeah you bad and you look good
A lil drizzle drizzle
Had some fun but now I'm leaving you little by little
I like tricking on you cus you gorgeous
Tryna beat that pussy on some porn shit
Tryna beat it up, tryna slut you out
Imma leave it dead till the morning
We can chill and shit
We can cuddle up, all up in ya bed don't record it
Bought a couple bags, beating up her back
Now she feel a lil bit important
Why you mad at me when you whoring
If ya man call just ignore it
Said you gon send me where the door is
Imma pick you up in sumn' foreign
Don't play around imma dick you down
You gon feel it somewhere where ya core is
Got her screaming good and she moaning
I might have to make her sing the chorus
Wrist on me it's froze
I can get you in that mode
If I bring some friends you bring some friends
It's for the bros
If you ain't gon tell I ain't gon tell
Don't break the code
All up in her mouth like I can see inside her dome
Don't you think bout looking who I'm texting in this phone
Baby we can f*ck and just be friends because we grown
Baby give me head I'm tryna get my mind blown
And don't stop until it's lock jaw or until that jaw broke