Grown Man

Grown man
I don't need a boy
I need a man
Tell me have you
Thought about love
HotBoy can you give
Me one chance
Got yo heart
I promise not to fumble
Please I won't be
The one to hurt you

You stuck in the house
And I'm flying you out
I'm fuckn you raw
Let you come in my mouth
I'm showing you places
You thought you wouldn't see
Fuck keeping hunnit
I keep a G
Fuck that lil fu nigga
Better with me
Louis V on yo purse
N Chanel on yo feet
A trip to Miami
A week in a suite
Fuck on the balcony
You reaching yo peak
These hoes on my ass
N you know how it be
But I fuck with you long
You the one that I see
Won't play bout you bae
On the mob I'm gone tweek
When you arching you back
From the back I be geek
I know when
That leg shake
That pussy gone leak
When we fuck in the car
You love the front seat
Pussy to fat
And I'm smacking some meat
And you cut on the music
We fuck to the beat
You play with yo kitty
And do yo lil trick
You stomach be full
Cuz I stuffed it with dick
When you don't let me hit
You be having me sick
Won't chase on you bae
Don't have time for the shit
I call you tomorrow
I don't have no sorrow
Not wasting my time
Cuz I don't wanna argue

I told I'm leaving
Suck the skin off the dick
She look in my eyes
When she swallow the drip
When I fuck from behind
She buss like a clip
And I'm gripping her hips
Gotta her biting her lips
I'm taking my time
And that pussy I sip
Drink it up
Like a fifth
I got her ass whip
And I bought her whip
And she been on trips
And the money I flip
I just stick to the script
Now I'm grabbing my keys
And I head for the doe
I got me some money
But I want me so more
Ain't no relations
You know how it go
We gone fuck
When we want
Then we go to the store
Naw I ain't tricking
I was going anyways
Look better when
A bad bitch
With you anyways
I'm a player bout
The situation been paid
Bread winner trap star
Ever since the fifth grade



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Writer(s): Martell Robinson
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