Testo Grown Man - Feat. Torica - Miss B feat. Torica
Testo della canzone Grown Man - Feat. Torica (Miss B feat. Torica), tratta dall'album Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1
I want a grown man
I want a grown man
Ay, I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
Any thugs in the club got his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
White tees, baggy jeans, you can leave 'em at home
Leave 'em at home, leave 'em at home
'Cause tonight I don't wanna see no throwback on
'Cause I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
He care more about his rims than his Timbs, Evisu or his jeans
(That's not what I want)
He just wanna be icy, ain't lookin' for no wifey
(That's not what I want)
He can ride on 24's but can't open up my door
(That's not what I want)
Yeah, his pockets kinda fat but he don't know how to act
(That's not what I want)
See, I be the type that be lookin' for a star
6 Foot 1, I hope he standin' at the bar
I just be gettin' my hopes up, man
I'm lookin' for the one, not a one-night stand
White tees, baggy jeans, yo, I'm tired of that scene
Throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin' else, please
I ain't the one that be chargin' niggas fees
Take some money, get your gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed
Hell nah, I ain't lookin' for the ice
But a stand up guy has to dress real nice
What? Too much to ask for, right?
Pull your pants up, nigga, I ain't sayin' wear 'em tight
Ay, I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
Any thugs in the club got his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
White tees, baggy jeans, you can leave 'em at home
Leave 'em at home, leave 'em at home
'Cause tonight I don't wanna see no throwback on
'Cause I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
Can I get a pair of jeans and a button down?
White tee underneath, see, you're grown now
Braided or faded, don't matter to me
Prefer the even Steven, no offense I'm talkin' 'bout me
I'm talkin' 'bout B and what I like in a man
Put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants
I ain't sayin' every day I like the preppy look
But when you courtin', misbehavin', do it by the books
So ladies if you feelin' me, just wave your hands in the air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't care
If he ain't a grown man, get your number back now
Look around, homie, grown men come rare
Put him in a nice shirt, Air Force 'em
Treat him to the Grammies then I might source 'em
The boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him
Took a class in Miss B like I coursed him
He care more about his rims than his Timbs, Evisu or his jeans
(That's not what I want)
He just wanna be icy, ain't lookin' for no wifey
(That's not what I want)
He can ride on 24's but can't open up my door
(That's not what I want)
Yeah, his pockets kinda fat but he don't know how to act
(That's not what I want)
Ay, I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
Any thugs in the club got his grown man on
Grown man on, grown man on
White tees, baggy jeans, you can leave 'em at home
Leave 'em at home, leave 'em at home
'Cause tonight I don't wanna see no throwback on
'Cause I'm lookin' for the thug with his grown man on
Credits
Writer(s): Chadron Moore, Torica Cornelius, Brandy Hambrick
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