Kandi Dady - I'm a G.a.W.D. lyrics

[Chorus] I'm a grown a** woman dawg Ion worry bout you I mind my business That's what grown folk do I'm a grown a** woman dawg Certain games ion play Get 2 quick jabs in the face I'm a grown a** woman dawg I'm f** sh** free You messy hoes can't sit up under me When you grown you focusing on your future f** a hater or the next b**h Blah blah blah Cut the check b**h I'm a grown a** woman dawg [1st verse] Don't gossip round me f** round and punched in the teeth Ion wanna hear a muthaf**ing thang about Shonte business (ughh) the Lord is my witness I'll been done caught a charge entertaining you messy a** Petty a** Never going steady a** f**ed out Meddling a** hoes Shopping at them ghetto a** stores Touch your big ghetto a** nose Don't worry bout me I always been a 'G' And I learn when I listen Ain even tryna speak Tell that hoe n***a this He acting like a b**h Prolly got him in his feelings Cause I'm k**ing his b**h Like it's my fault they'nt feeling that sh** Survey says I'm k**ing this sh** f** a n***a hating, perpetrating I be somewhere venelating Cloud 10 gotta maximize my current situation Nope yeen gotta like I But I promise all you haters gone respect my mind And respect my grind Yeen gotta speak Subscribe to the website Yeen gotta sneak Ain never been petty The streets say I'm ready I done fell off at the waist Now you b**hes finna get it Shut it down every town And I'm leaving with the crown Got ya n***a and ya daughter screaming Team Beema now [Chorus] [2nd verse] Talking big sh** on the internet See me in the streets, b**h gimmie that So much to say But when you see me, youn't look my way Those the games that lil girls play Lemme tell you bout me Seven times three Twelve plus nine However you break it down I'm 21 bout mines No time to waste so stay in a child's place If it's really on ya chest Say it to a b**h face I'm out here getting money f** beefing with the next b**h Ain got the problem Ask that b**h I'm either driving the Beema, Audi, Jag, or the Lex b**h Blah blah blah cut the check b**h I keep the engine running Ain tryna be funny But you paying in rent I prolly spend in gas money I'm loyal to one n***a Don't matter he riding with me I'm flyer than a drone and my gits they flying with me Educated Don't mistake it I speak hood sh** fluent f** around and get ya grill ruined Youn't want this pressure b**h you better go your direction f** around and catch the wrong blessing Teach you this lesson Bluffing with ya cards Getcha sh** pulled Tell me what's a yorkie to a pit bull? Eww eww eww And it's still f** a hater or the next b**h Blah blah blah Cut the check b**h [Chorus]