Grown Woman

Sitting court side (court side) to the game she play
I'm chilling most times, but I blame the DJ
She the dark-skin chick with the light-skin crew
Her pretty face and 'em high heel shoes
Got love for them niggas, we got love for you too (I know)
See, my car's out there, and your girls inside
Stop tripping, we just going for a ride
Find my niggas if they tryna leave too, e-either way (yeah)

Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown, oh
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown, oh
Why they doing the thinking for you? (You gotta tell me somethin')
No, why they doing the thinking for ya? Tell me, baby

She wants drop tops, hair blowing in the wind
Must be the liquor 'cause it's place she never been
"Oh, and pour it up," she said
"Oh, and pour it up," she said
She tryna leave with me, tryna leave with her
But she with her friends, yeah, handful of girls, goddamn
Homie, she fly, blowing grams
I'm tree high, she fly like G-5

I see your friends tryna tell you how you need to stay back (stay back)
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Girl, you see the player got a plan, and you know you need that (new plan)
And either way

Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown, oh
Why you letting them think for you when you a grown ass woman?
Baby, you a grown, oh
Why they doing the thinking for you? (Yeah)
No, no, no, baby, no, no, no, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby

Yeah, I know you know
All my niggas in the V.I
Still bumpin' Aaliyah, baby
And you rockin' with a G now, baby
Baby, no games at all, no (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Oh-whoa, without you
Oh-ooh, without you
Oh-whoa, without you
Oh-ooh, without you
Oh-whoa, without you (whoa)
Baby, no games at all, no, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Brian Bridges, Mary J. Blige, Terius Youngdell Nash, De Jion Madison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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