| Yeah, one for the—
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| Yeah
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| Shit
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| I’m fucked up, man—nah, not really, I ain’t
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| Look;
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| I went from a hobby rapper to a nobody can stop me rapper
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| After I put my mind to it
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| I looked at the bar, went right through it
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| It’s quite easy, but you quite stupid
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| Niggas be self-made foolish for views in the comments
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| We only shooting for the comets
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| I keep the faith on my waist and the truth in my pocket
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| How the fuck we gon' lose with a crew full of prophets
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| Got nothin' to prove to you dudes who just talking
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| I’d rather get my dick sucked, I’d rather get my balls licked
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| Dick covered in Loreal, but I still couldn’t make up
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| A better story to tell than mine
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| I was born in the dark so all I want is the shine
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| I’m so for real, so I can’t help you
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| No for real I couldn’t wear ice creams, never get cold feet
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| Oh me, oh my, Cody, that’s one of a kind
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| It’s just an optimist that out of his prime
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| I’m tryna climb a ladder that’s better than yours
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| I’m tryna find a pain that I can’t endure
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| Cause everybody goes through pain, that thing is for sure
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| So I’m tryna find a pain that I can’t endure
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| That’s what I’m saying
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| I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be cool with niggas
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| I’m starting to think I should just get rude with niggas
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| It seems like that’s the way to get respect
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| Unless you get a check that proves you get it
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| What the fuck I gotta prove to niggas? |
| Nada
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| Yeah I’m straight, I won’t even drop the soap in water
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| When I do to dishes, yeah that pussy too delicious
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| I wouldn’t ditch school for bitches, such a foolish Christian
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| But Jesus running through my jeans, that’s my True Religion
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| I’m such a Christian
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| But at the same time this religion has me ditchin' my mission
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| It’s gonna make more than a pension
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| What’s ten dollars to a million? |
| Is you with it?
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| But at the same time this religion
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| Has me ditchin' my mission
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| That’s gon' make me more than a pension
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| Ten dollars, what’s that to a million? |
| Tell me is you with it?
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| I’m all about growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| I had to grow up on 'em baby
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| I’m bout to blow up on 'em baby
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| I never slow up on 'em baby
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| I’m quick to grow up on 'em baby
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| My pops used to leave ten dollars in cash before I went to class, every day
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| I used to spend five dollars on the weed and 40 ounce with the other half,
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| every day
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| Starving myself for the hunger of a buzz
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| I wonder what it was that had me drowning my liver and fuckin' up my lungs
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| That pride and ego could blind the people
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| They tell you what you need to hear
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| Bitch you never minded like we ain’t equal
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| Oh you got it, you know it all, whatever nigga
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| There’s a place of trouble for those who talk but never listen
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| Let me tell you something
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| I am young but I get it, I am young but I’m gettin' it
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| I am not like y’all
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| I grew like two years over the fall
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| I grew like five years over the summer, no wonder I’m so smart
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| And see right through your crazy, fugazy talk
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| Fuck these parties, fuck these hoes
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| Nigga I’m just tryna grow
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| I’m 'bout growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| I had to grow up on 'em baby
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| I’m bout to blow up on 'em baby
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| I never slow up on 'em baby
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| I’m quick to grow up on 'em baby
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| Growth, growth, growth, growth
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| I had to grow up on 'em baby
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| I’m bout to blow up on 'em baby
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| I never slow up on 'em baby
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| I’m quick to grow up on 'em baby
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| I’m bout to blow up on you baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grow, artist - Cozz. Album song Revenge Of The Dreamers II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп