| Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
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| Niggas ain’t on it like I’m on it, I own shit
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| I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
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| I’m a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
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| I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
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| I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
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| I do what the fuck I want to
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| I’m grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
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| I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
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| Rich nigga, six figures
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| I double up every flip, my stash bigger
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| Plane hoppin', globetrottin'
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| A nigga blow a little paper when it’s time to move
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| Fuck old money for the new money
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| No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
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| I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown
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| I got my own money
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| I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown
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| I got my own house
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| I do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown
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| I got my own car
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| I just do what the fuck I want to, I’m grown, I’m grown
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| I’m on straight Remy, no chaser
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| Wanna smoke, but I’m still on paper
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| I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker
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| Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
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| Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
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| While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
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| I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
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| She ready, willin' and able
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| Just got a piercing in her navel
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| Walking nine to five and she staying
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| She say she flying down to my city
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| Cause she got a birthday coming in April
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| We ain’t got no kind of commitment
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| Why you worried 'bout if I’m hitting it?
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| Don’t worry about how I’m getting it
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| Stay the fuck up out of my business
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| No more stressin', I’m VVS’in', ballin' lessons on DVD
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| Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can’t see me free
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| That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I’mma be okay, I’m the iron G
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| Fix flash and I’m a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y’all
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| Trouble can’t ignore me, I was born to ball
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| Fuck is up? |
| I’m one of one, I need a custom cut
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| Hear the summer come, I want the number one
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| Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me
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| Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni
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| Too nights and no repeating, mami
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| I’m guttered up, my streets define me
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| I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more
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| Rob me I’ll make a detour, robbery how I get to her
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| Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
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| Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
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| Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
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| Bullshitting how? |
| Show you my pimping diploma
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| Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
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| Nine calls for the nine walls
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| Mardi Gras, take your top off
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| I’m a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
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| Fly your girl out to Miami
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| Sent her back home like they done LeBron
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| I ain’t tripping if you ain’t tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law
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| Got my own house so I can throw you out
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| I got my own blood so I ain’t putting it out
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| This is my car and I can smoke it out
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| Got my own money and like four accounts
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| Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
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| Got my own shooters and they scoping out
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| Bought my bitch an ass, now it’s poking out
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| If she throw it back then I’mma throw her out
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| My condo money don’t fold out, wild all out
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| Hoes out, let’s roll out, funeral when I go south
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| Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don’t know about
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| I never changed, I’m so South, big chains and a gold mouth
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| I’m rollin out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Grown , by - G-Unit. Song from the album The Beast Is G Unit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп