Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grown & Sexy, artist - Damian Marley. Album song Stony Hill, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Grown & Sexy |
There’s a lot of silly young girls wanna show off |
And you’re wishin' one day they will grow up |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
They only hear of the things that you know of |
And they’re wishing one day you will soar |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
So let’s have a talk |
Like grownups do |
Let’s do the things, that grown folks do |
Me, you |
Grown folks slackness |
Big woman hotness |
Watch it mek me knock this |
Experienced fatness |
Love it how mi lock this |
Gong to the Zilla |
I’m a monsta like a Loch Ness |
Look how long my locs is |
All bills paid, all bets made |
House well clean, all bugs sprayed |
Vacation tripping, she ain’t tripping |
Island skipping, fine wine sipping |
Gourmet cooking, no Facebooking |
Nothing to see 'cause she ain’t looking |
Tag team masseuses, D Brown’s music |
Natural juices, so therapeutic |
Lips on my earlobe, softer than a q-tip |
Getting kinda stony, actin' kinda stupid |
Pretendin' we’re in highschool, kissing at the movies |
So do your grown an' sexy, baby 'cause you’re awesome |
See some likkle young girls, don' beg you no pardon |
Teach 'em how to walk it, welcome dem to stardom |
There’s a lot of silly young girls wanna show off |
And you’re wishin' one day they will grow up |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
They only hear of the things that you know of |
And they’re wishing one day you will soar |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
So let’s have a talk |
Like grownups do |
Let’s do the things that grown folks do |
Me, you |
Early mornin' wake-up, bringin' me the papers |
Continental breakfast, smoked salmon an' capers |
The eggs are over easy, you’re puttin' on your makeup |
We do some exercises, strolling through the acres |
A mansion out in Gables, cottage in the Naples |
Fingles out in Bordeaux, horses in the stables |
Baby we’re connected, like tv is to cable |
Like paper is to staple, like syrup is to maple |
If Madonna’s like a virgin, age is just a number |
So tired of searching, gimme weh me come fah |
She feelin' kinda naughty, I’m feelin' kinda rumpish |
She is my accomplice, we’re gettin' things accomplished |
Call ya by your last name, tell ya that you’re gorgeous |
When I get around you I’m nervous till I’m nauseous |
Tell me what’s the holdup, baby 'cause I’m anxious |
Both of us are grownups, drop your drawers to ankles |
There’s a lot of silly young girls wanna show off |
And you’re wishin' one day they will grow up |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
They only hear of the things that you know of |
And they’re wishing one day you will soar |
But it’s alright, it’s alright |
So let’s have a talk |
Like grownups do |
Let’s do the things that grown folks do |
Me, you |