Dem Hoodstarz - Grown Man On lyrics

[Verse 1:] So clean, chumps might run up but I keep a four-fifth Tucked under the bu*ton-up n***a what I ain't feelin ya, haters Four inch blade in the shoe, you can call them k**a gators Keep your favors, I'm getting paper Stones on my watch look like Life Savers (Bling!) Grown up man, but I'm still hood with it I'm thrown' this sh** up if it's got juice in it I'll pa** it up if Brew Brews hit it, now I lined, still banged, bruce bruce hit it Now I use to bang co*k in my main drop, now I bang co*k in Bangkok A grown man on account of them freaks so I treat myself to a count of them freaks (YEE YEE YEE!) I get my grown man on, no lights, pants on, my grown man on [Chorus:] I get my grown man on White collar with a bu*ton-up my grown man on I might two step with my grown man on I'm so fresh to d**h with my grown man on YEE YEE YEE! Let's get this started All day let's get this started All night let's get this money (Grown man) let's get this on it [Verse 2:] Yeah, no Timmy shoes tonight I rock the reptiles with the bu*ton-up on Fresh cuff links and the blue diamonds Hella blue jean jeans with the gleam shine-ons And I park the old school at the house, jump in the scraper With the bu*ter guts and the roof, I'm so gangster I'm so grown man on I'm even rocking dreads, braided back, no band, no cap Fresh line razor blade sharp like that Smellin' like cologne and a purple grape bat Sippin' Remy Martin with my pinky up toasting to gangsterhood Sorry they ain't search me I'm too good for my gangster I ain't tryna buy at the bar, no sir Went adios motherf** for her Man I'm conversatin', tryna see if I can get in them jeans I took her arm and it was like she tryna do the same thing [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Yeah Hoodstarz pop bottles crush grapes, Remy Martin at the bar no chase Two step witcha main thang, don't hate If I get her in the van it's a wrap, don't wait Go dummy I scrape She love it when my dreadlocks shake in the parking lot and two check scrape First she told me she was feelin' Band Aide but she love my deep dark skin so ya boy check face Let ya boy check face, Scoot let me take yo place Jump in the guns and skate, swang her away Dirty Harry beat don't play Dome she can make my day, hahaha Here what I say: let's make that hoodstar cake, roll the candle get cream in your face (Cream in ya face) I gets my grown man on, thang long for your chick Get my grown man dome [Chorus x2]