Robb Bank$ - Grown Boy lyrics

[Intro] s**ed my dick that's a true fact Brrrrrrt, true fact true fact true fact (background talking) Baby girl you do the most Wanna f** with Uno Dos b**h, best rapper alive Xan with that lean is the combination Uno Dos, Uno, Uno Whoo ooh [Verse 1] n***a, don't let em in Spelling Bee Queen, Double S Letterman I got too much pride to be prejudice I got too much narc got kirk with me Curtain call when I walk in it n***as die b**hes curse and lift up their dress Four when I sever it [?] and [?] n***a, I know how to get rid of evidence On the Team Rocket, I blast off I still miss the mouth on my last hoe I came by mistake that's my fault So I f**ed the b**h in her a**hole Since Coral Springs High I had two phones Young n***a, you know I stay ten toes (Deep!) Know that GPA 1 point 0 f** em f** em where did that sh** go [Hook] You think it's easy to keep her I got yo b**h in a sleeper I used to sell d** by the bleachers Now I could f** all my teachers You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe Supreme coat jacket in cheetah O.G since 2013 Ike on the mic like I'm Tina I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy [Verse 2] Booney Booney boy boy, goofy loser boy Free Juice and Goony boy, boy I learned from Looney boy I'm Tyson eat the box, Floyd forty-nine the hoe I'm Kenshi wanna boy toy Bounce all on ma boing boing These lames cannot be serious Infrared for those inferiors Everyone's watching feel bad for you I know that sh** must be embarra**ing I'm petty so you know she rub my head I f** her I might verify that b**h No punctuation failed my English test So now I f** hoes on they periods (I do!) My check up, just look at my get up You fed up come get you a head up I'm so special so special so special Thirty-eight on my leather get with her I upset her, I didn't wanna hit her Watched the Westbrooks and I got my dick up Popped a Perc but the hood is Viagra Shut my eyes and imagine she Indian Them hoes they filled with the left You at Burlington, browsing through racks See me I just do til d**h You call her phone, she went deaf You the type of n***a argue with yo girl and get slapped Chain thinner than a b**h but it could still get snatched Gimmie one year, I'm eating Emma Roberts from the back Bet I put her on the track, that's a true fact [Hook] You think it's easy to keep her I got yo b**h in a sleeper I used to sell d** by the bleachers Now I could f** all my teachers You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe Supreme coat Jacket in cheetah O.G since 2013 Ike on the mic like I'm Tina I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy [Bridge] Grown boy sh** grown boy grown boy sh** Grown boy glo'd on you b**h Glo'd up, glowing on you b**h Grown boy sh** grown boy grown boy sh** Hands up hands up b**h if you s**ed my dick [Hook] You think it's easy to keep her I got yo b**h in a sleeper I used to sell d** by the bleachers Now I could f** all my teachers You bought that Coach bag for a cheap hoe Supreme coat Jacket in cheetah O.G since 2013 Ike on the mic like I'm Tina I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy I'm a grown boy I'm a, I'm a grown boy